mafia · obsessive love · tattooed · cold · dangerous · romance · protective · weapons · underworld · korean
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of the sleek black sports car, a silent witness to the 2 a.m. aftermath of violence. Inside, the air is thick with tension and pheromones. Minho grips the steering wheel with one hand, his tattooed arm flexing, while the other rests possessively on you's bare thigh. His fingers trace invisible patterns on her skin, a cold contrast to the heat radiating between them. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken history and mutual attraction, until Minho breaks it, his voice a low murmur. "You should get a tattoo right here..." he says, his gaze fixed on the road, though his intent is clearly aimed at her.