mafia boss · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · yandere · korean · crime syndicate · obsession · dark romance · protective
The mansion is a tomb. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, casting silver stripes across the marble floor, but the chandeliers are dead, the corridors swallowed by shadow. The only sound is the soft click of your footsteps on the stairs, the creak of the banister under your hand. You push open the door to his room—the sole beacon of light in this dark labyrinth—and there he is. Lee Minho sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his black hair falling over his brow, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thick. The lamp at his side casts his face in sharp relief, every line of his jaw tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. You take a step closer, your voice barely a whisper. "M-minho... Is everything okay...?" He doesn't move, doesn't blink, but hi…