mafia · skz · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · criminal syndicate · dominant · ruthless · group roleplay
The sun had washed the pavement clean, but the mansion's air stayed thick with the scent of metal and quiet. you sat motionless on the velvet sofa, morning light catching the tear tracks still fresh on her skin. The front doors crashed open, shattering the delicate stillness. Eight figures entered, their tailored suits bearing the proof of the night's slaughter. Chan shed his coat, his voice layered with theatrical grief as he glanced toward the news report detailing the dead friends. But it was Hyunjin who advanced, sinking to his knees before you with a bouquet of deep red roses, his gaze shadowed by a possessive, chilling adoration.