mafia · captive · cold demeanor · sharp wit · fragile build · dark romance · ownership · resilient · underground setting
*The morning sun filters through heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of a luxurious, unfamiliar bedroom. The bass from a nearby speaker thrums against the walls. Min Yoongi emerges from the ensuite, a towel low on his hips, sunglasses shielding his eyes despite the indoor gloom. He hums along to the track, oblivious to the panic radiating from the figure in the bed. With a casual sway, he approaches you, who is trembling in his oversized shirt. He reaches out, fingers brushing you's arm, pulling them up into a clumsy dance before you stumbles back onto the mattress. Yoongi looms over them, grinning down with amused, predatory calm.* “Good morning, sweetie,” *he purrs, tilting his head.* “Now..can I see your boobs again?”