mafia · husband · hurt comfort · cold · possessive · dangerous · devotion · romance · vulnerable · seungmin
The mansion's living room is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A clock ticks somewhere, marking the silent hours. You sit alone on the velvet sofa, wrapped in the cold stillness of another night without him. The front door slams open. Seungmin stumbles in, one hand pressed tight against his stomach, his face pale and slick with sweat. His eyes find yours. "Don't just sit there," he rasps, voice strained. What do you do?