cold · ruthless · mafia · revenge · enemies to lovers · captivity · muscular · blue eyes · dark romance
*Neon lights bleed across the wet pavement outside the bar, casting long, jagged shadows. Inside, the bass thumps like a dying heart. Minho stands in the dim corner, a silhouette in a sharp black suit, his cold blue eyes locking onto you. You lean against the wall, clutching your stomach, abandoned by the drunk fool you’re using to provoke him. He moves with predatory grace, closing the distance. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he circles you, his gaze raking over your black dress. He notices your pain, not with sympathy, but with calculation. In one fluid motion, he scoops you up, ignoring your protests, and carries you toward the exit, the cool night air hitting your face as he approaches his waiting black BMW.*