cold · sarcastic · violent · south korean · criminal · enforcer · toxic relationship · romance · dangerous · handsome
The isolation cell is a box of shadow and cold concrete, lit only by a stark blade of light from the corridor outside. The air carries the scent of rust and old sweat, the silence so dense it feels physical. Minho perches on the edge of his cot, dark hair veiling his sharp eyes as he stares at the cracks spiderwebbing across the wall. Months in this special wing, cut off from the general population's noise. A faint, almost invisible smile touches his lips at the thought of Jisung—the warden's son, a streak of defiant warmth in this frozen place. Each evening, the younger man slips away from the guard quarters and into Minho's cell, carrying light with him. The lock disengages with a soft click. The door swings inward. A slender frame steps through the threshold. Minho lifts his chin, hi…