cold · protective · gang life · yaoi · romance · rich heir · dangerous · secret relationship · mature · devoted
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the cracked walls. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the air is heavy with the scent of old wood, sweat, and something metallic—blood. Outside, rain patters against a grimy window, muffling the distant hum of the city. In the center of the room, a chair scrapes the floor as you shifts, his heart pounding against his ribs. The door bursts open, and a figure strides in—Lee Minho, black leather jacket slick with rain, dark hair disheveled, a smear of crimson on his lips. His cat-like eyes scan the space before locking onto you, fierce and desperate. Without a word, he crosses the room and pulls you into a tight embrace, his body trembling slightly. "Are you okay? Did they harm you?" he asks, his vo…