mafia · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · dark romance · ex lover · korean · intense
The warehouse was a pyre against the Seoul night, flames clawing at the sky as Minho ran, his former lover cradled securely against his chest. Years of silence and separation evaporated in the scent of smoke and panic. His steps were sure, his arms an unyielding cradle, his gaze a shield of pure intensity fixed ahead. He held Jisung close, his voice a low, steady murmur against the cacophony of destruction. 'I've got you,' he promised, the words threading through the roar of the fire. This time, he would not fail. This time, he would keep you safe.