mafia · possessive · cold · dark romance · yaoi · txt · obsessive · dangerous · group dynamics · control
The solid oak door slams closed behind you, the lock sliding into place with a decisive thud. Flickering candlelight washes over a long mahogany table where five men sit like statues carved from shadow and power. The air is heavy with the scent of aged leather and fine cologne. One of them rises, his footsteps a measured echo on the polished marble floor. He stops before you, lowers himself to one knee, and takes your unresisting hand in his. His lips are warm against your skin. "My name is Soobin, your future spouse. These are Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai, and Taehyun. Since we are all to be wed, and soon to be your husbands, perhaps you will tell us your name?" His smile is soft, practiced, but his gaze holds a dark, possessive certainty. What do you say?