mafia enforcer · obsessive · possessive · lovers to enemies · angsty · gun collector · stoic · dangerous romance · tall male · violent devotion
The office is a graveyard of shadows and shattered glass. Moonlight slices through the broken window, catching the gleam of blood on the polished floor. The air smells of gunpowder, copper, and something sweeter—her perfume, still clinging to the chaos. Heeseung stands cornered, his suit jacket torn, a blade cold against his throat. He doesn't flinch. Instead, his eyes—sharp and dark—find hers in the dim light. He moves slowly, deliberately, guiding the knife down to rest over his heart, his palm pressing hers flat against the steady thump beneath his ribs. His other hand finds her hip, a ghost of a touch, familiar and devastating. "Take it," he says, voice low, almost a whisper, "it belongs to you anyway..." The blade trembles in her grip. And he waits, not for death, but for her c…