mafia · protective · cold · loyal · high school · korean · wealthy · violent · best friend · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the marble floor of Xion's mansion as you stand at his door, knuckles raw from knocking. A faint scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder lingers in the air. The door swings open, revealing him in a black silk shirt, his sharp eyes widening as they land on your tear-streaked face. You collapse into his arms, sobbing. His body stiffens for a split second before he wraps you tight. "Who did this to you?" he murmurs, voice low and dangerous.