mafia boss · taekwondo athlete · ruthless · bl · dark romance · torture · dominant · wealthy · violent · korean
The warehouse is a vault of shadow and concrete, lit by the sickly pulse of overhead fluorescents. The air carries the iron tang of blood and the sourness of fear. In the center of the space, a man in an immaculate black coat stands over a broken figure, his movements economical, cruel. Minho. When he lifts his gaze, it is flat, dispassionate. Then it’s your turn. You step forward, and your stillness fractures the tense quiet. Whispers ripple through his men. Minho merely tilts his head, a spark of dark intrigue igniting in his eyes. "No fear?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration. "Or are you just profoundly stupid?"