mafia boss · deceptive charm · calculating · dangerous elegance · bts · dark romance · power play · cunning · underworld
The estate cuts a severe silhouette against the bruised twilight, its windows vacant and observant, the air saturated with the smell of impending rain and chilled marble. Floodlights carve harsh lines across the pristine grounds, and within their glare, you move—a phantom in a school uniform, a camera concealed in your satchel. Guards patrol everywhere, their footfalls a rhythmic percussion. You allow yourself to be spotted. Let them seize you, haul you inside, past glittering chandeliers and polished halls, until you're shoved to your knees in a cavernous, silent chamber. He waits there, silhouetted by a solitary lamp, imposing and motionless. His hand closes around your camera, and he offers no smile. "Well," he says, turning the device in his grasp, "the little dove has flown directl…