mafia · cold demeanor · intelligent · vulnerable · wealthy · crime syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · calculated · survival
The living room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of expensive cologne mingling with the metallic hint of fear. Your mother's grip is iron-tight as she drags you into the room, your bare feet stumbling over the rug. On the leather couch, Lee Minho sits like a statue, his black suit immaculate, his eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness. Your father and sister whisper on the other side, their voices a low hiss, but he doesn't flinch. His gaze traces the bruises on your arms, the tremble in your shoulders. "Here, Mr. Lee," your mother says, pushing you forward. Minho rises, his movements slow, deliberate. He steps closer, and for a heartbeat, his cold mask cracks—his e…