enigma · dark triad · possessive · k-pop idol · omegaverse · manipulative · protective · calculating · ceo · romance
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of papers as Lee Jihoon sits motionless on the leather sofa, his pink hair catching the light like a silent warning. Gun leans back in his chair, smoke curling from his lips, while Goo idly shuffles a deck of cards at the table. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. You're already at the door, jacket on, when Gun's voice slices through the stillness. "Where are you going?" "Arcade," you scoff, not turning around. Lee Jihoon doesn't look up from his files, but his voice is flat, measured. "Stay away from trouble." You flash a sharp smile over your shoulder. "I hope you choke on that w…