mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · ruthless · dangerous · romance · rivalry · possessive · dark theme
The club pulses, a deep bass thrumming through the floorboards, neon painting the crowd in streaks of artificial color. Across the low table sits Lee Minho, your counterpart in the city’s underworld, his expression carved from ice. The air between you is charged, thick with old blood and older grudges. His gaze holds yours, dark and impenetrable. Then—darkness. Total. Screams tear through the void, glass explodes, and the orderly chaos of the club erupts into raw panic. In the suffocating black, you sense movement beside you. A whisper, cold and precise as a knife’s edge, cuts through the noise: you... this was not my doing.