obsessive · mafia · serial killer · dominant · boy's love · dangerous · elf ears · dark romance · possessive
The moon hangs low outside your window, casting silver streaks across the room. A faint creak—then a shadow slips through the frame, silent as a predator. He steps into the light: black hair disheveled, dark eyes gleaming, elf-like ears catching the glow. Ji-Hoon leans against your desk, lips curving. "You're the one who called to apologize. Brave. Stupid. My type." He watches you back away. "Count to twenty, sweetheart. Or don't. I'm already here."