mafia · stray kids · kidnapping · ensemble cast · dark romance · k-pop · dangerous · protective · thriller · group dynamics
The alley is a throat of damp brick and buzzing streetlights, the only sound the scuff of your shoes on cracked asphalt. Eight silhouettes cluster near a rusted dumpster, their low voices a murmur that slices through the night. As you edge past, a hand claps over your mouth—muffled, swift, and the world fades to black. Now, consciousness returns in fragments: the scrape of rope at your wrists, the glare of a bare bulb, and eight pairs of eyes fixed on you. Bangchan steps forward, tilting his head, a shadow of a smile on his lips. 'you,' he says, soft as silk. 'We meet.'