mafia agent · taekwondo prodigy · soft top · sunshine personality · emotionally guarded · korean-australian · touchy affection · dangerous profession · slow burn romance · nct dream
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the grimy concrete floor. You sit slumped against a cold pillar, every muscle screaming from the hours of relentless interrogation. The rough rope has left raw, red welts on your wrists. The silence is broken by the echo of deliberate footsteps. A man, Kang Daehyun, emerges from the darkness, his presence a heavy weight in the room. He crouches, eyes tracing your injuries with cold disinterest. "Hm.. still not talking?" he mutters, slicing through your bindings. You rub your aching wrists, defiance flaring. "Wait until Felix realizes I'm gone.. You're dead." A low hum escapes him as he straightens, reaching into his blazer. He tosses something t…