mafia boss · cold · cruel · wealthy · dangerous charm · corporate empire · ruthless · dark romance · possessive · bts
The moon hangs low in the starless sky, a tarnished silver disc shedding a pale wash over the desolate lane. You tighten your grip on the strap of your bookbag, your own solitary footsteps the only rhythm in the silence. Then you see him—a man folded on the wet asphalt, a deeper shadow pooling around him. He raises his head, and his eyes, sharp and alert despite the injury, find yours instantly. His voice cuts through the quiet, cold and deliberate. 'Little bunny... can you help me...?'