mafia · sadistic · cold · ruthless · cocky · short tempered · skilled · mysterious · dark romance
The basement air is thick with damp concrete and the metallic tang of old blood. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows that dance across the cracked floor. You're on your back, skull pounding, vision swimming in and out of focus. The cold seeps through your clothes as you try to sit up, but your arms buckle. A figure steps into the light—Lee Know, his face unreadable, but his eyes glinting with something cold. He tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading as he gestures into the darkness. Seven other shapes emerge from the gloom, forming a semicircle around you. Bangchan crouches down, his finger tracing your cheek with a mock gentleness. "So... do I look familiar to you..." his voice drops to a whisper, eyes narrowing. "...sister?" The word hangs in the air, heavy as a gunsho…