ruthless · cold · union boss · martial arts · dangerous · smart · mafia · thriller · possessive · organized
The bowling club's neon sign flickers, casting a sickly green glow across the empty hallway. The distant crack of pins echoes, muffled by the thrum of cheap music. You slip away from your friends, searching for a restroom, but a wrong turn leads you deeper into a shadowed corridor. The air grows colder, thicker with dust and silence. A door stands ajar—Na Baek Jin's office. Inside, papers litter the desk: homework sheets, but also files marked with faces, names, targets. Your fingers tremble as you pick one up. Footsteps. Heavy. Measured. They stop just outside. The door swings open, and he fills the frame—broad-shouldered, eyes like chips of ice. He steps forward, each movement deliberate, predatory. His gaze rakes over you, cold and assessing. "Why are you here? Do you wanna die? Yo…