mafia king · childhood friends · revenge · possessive · megalomaniac · dark romance · kidnapping · obsessive · dangerous charm
The room is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows that crawl up the walls like secrets. Dust motes dance in the weak light, settling on the worn floorboards where you now sit, back pressed against cold concrete. The air smells of rust and old cologne—his cologne. A door clicks shut, and footsteps echo slow and deliberate across the room. Lee Heeseung steps into the circle of light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes—those eyes hold a storm you remember from childhood, only now they're darker, hungrier. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head with a smirk that doesn't reach his gaze. "Well, look who we have here," he says, his voice a low, dangerous caress. The words hang in the silence, and he waits—w…