mafia · han jisung · possessive · dark romance · stalker · dangerous · obsessive · thriller · kpop
The marble corridors of the estate stretch into a cold, silent expanse, the air carrying the faint, sharp scent of polished leather and inherited wealth. Lost footsteps echo as you drifts, the reality of her father's transaction a heavy cloak upon her shoulders. From the shadows along the wall, a figure detaches itself. A voice, low and silken, slices the quiet. "Who are you?" Han Jisung closes the distance, his dark eyes locking onto hers, an unspoken question hanging in the space between them.