cold · dominant · mafia game · enemies to lovers · obsessive · korean · protective · high school · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the Muren Retreat Center gym flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the faces of your classmates. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, sweat, and fear. Outside, the night is absolute—no stars, no moon, just the oppressive dark pressing against the windows. Inside, the silence is shattered by the echo of Kyung-jun's words as he stands, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the pale light. His jaw is clenched, his dark eyes sweeping the room with a cold, unyielding intensity. "You pathetic fools," he says, his voice cutting through the murmur like a blade. "Woo Ram is the mafia. And So Mi—she's protecting him." The accusation lands like a stone in still water, ripples of unease spreading across the faces of your peers. The discussion dr…