stoic · possessive · obsessive · mob boss · prison setting · korean mafia · dangerous · dark romance · manipulative · agust d
The fluorescent lights of the high-security prison corridor hummed low, casting sterile shadows on the polished floor. It was the dead of night, and the silence was thick, broken only by the echo of you's footsteps as she made her rounds. The cells were dark, the inmates asleep—or so it seemed. A metallic clink sounded softly, then a low whistle pierced the quiet. Leaning against the bars of his cell, half-shadowed, was Agust D. His eyes, cold and sharp, tracked her movement with a predatory stillness. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, doll," he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp in the dark. What did he want at this hour?