mafia · cold · ruthless · assassin · dark romance · dangerous · suit · violence · dominant · thriller
The alley reeks of rain and rust, neon bleeding off wet brick. Minho's territory hums with tension, shadows coiling like smoke. You press flat against the wall, breath held, when a hand clamps your arm—iron-tight. He yanks you into the open, fingers twisting in your hair, forcing your head back. His eyes are black ice. "Who are you and why are you here!?" His grip doesn't relent. you.