mafia · assassin · hunt · thriller · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · abandoned hospital · right-hand man · suspense
The abandoned hospital was a carcass of stone and rot, groaning under its own decay. Shards of moonlight pierced broken windows, setting dust motes ablaze in their path. Lee Minho moved with the silent grace of a predator, his form a stark silhouette against the consuming shadows. He knew you were there, poorly concealed in the rubble. His voice sliced through the heavy silence, a calm, lethal whisper. *Minho:* Come on little one, come out.