mafia · best friend · kidnapping · protective · dark romance · betrayal · secret life · dangerous · obsessive love · thriller
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and stale smoke. You blink, your head throbbing, and the room swims into focus—hard faces, suits, guns. Your wrists burn against coarse rope. Across from you, Minho stands among them, dressed in black, his eyes locked on yours with an anguish that cuts through the silence. "you..." he whispers, barely audible, and takes a step toward you.