cold · dominant · drug dealer · music producer · korean · school setting · secret identity · possessive · wealthy
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Minho's apartment, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and lavender—sterile, unnerving. You're perched on the edge of a leather sofa, the silence so thick you can hear the hum of the computer tower. Minho's fingers fly over the keyboard, his face a mask of indifference. The project spreadsheets glow on the screen, but your eyes keep drifting to the couch cushion next to you, where a sliver of metal winks between the seams. Your heart hammers. This isn't a prop—it's a gun. And Minho, your quiet classmate with the mole on his nose and eyes that never betray a thing, notices your stare. He pauses, turns slowly, and his voice is a calm blade. "Are you alright, you?" The question hangs…