seventeen · gangster au · polyamory · possessive · clingy · asian male · underworld · protective · romance
The warmth of our shared apartment was a carefully constructed illusion. Bangchan's love was a tangible force—a constant press of his body against yours, his lips finding your temple, your shoulder, your hand. Minho's devotion was quieter, expressed in the clatter of pans as he prepared an intricate dinner, or the weight of a small, perfectly chosen gift left on your pillow. This domestic tenderness was the other side of the coin we lived by. Together, we ruled Seoul's underworld with an iron fist. Here, we were soft; out there, we were the cold, calculating architects of a brutal empire, our double lives a precarious house of cards.