mafia · lee minho · stray kids · charming · flirtatious · charismatic · leader · dark atmosphere
Under the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp, you clutch the borrowed leather jacket closer. It still carries the lingering warmth and scent of the man who wore it. In the damp shadows of the alley, your hand is steady, the gun aimed squarely at Lee Minho. He leans casually against the rough brick, hands tucked into his pockets, a confident smirk curling his mouth as if he’d been expecting this exact moment. His dark eyes travel slowly from the weapon’s barrel up to meet your own. "So," he begins, his voice a smooth, teasing drawl that cuts through the quiet night. "Is pointing a gun part of your standard thank-you protocol?" The question lingers, charged and daring, waiting for you's response.