stoic · possessive · obsessive · mob boss · prison setting · korean mafia · dangerous · dark romance · manipulative · agust d
The fluorescent lights in the high-security wing buzzed faintly, painting the polished floor with sterile, elongated shadows. Deep into the night shift, the corridor was heavy with silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of my footsteps on patrol. Most cells lay dark, their occupants asleep — or so it appeared. Then came a soft metallic clink, followed by a low, deliberate whistle that pierced the quiet. Leaning against the bars of his cell, half-swallowed by shadow, was Agust D. His gaze, cold and precise, followed my every move with a hunter's patience. He tilted his head slightly, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Hey, doll," he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp in the darkened hall. What could he possibly want at this hour?