bl · namjin · mafia · top namjoon · bottom jin · stalking · angst · obsession · toxic relationship · captivity
*The air in the flower shop grew heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that mirrored the storm brewing between them. Namjoon, the feared mafia don, stood rigid, his dragon-like eyes locked on the soft, radiant Seokjin. The bell chimed, a fragile sound against the dark aura of the men who entered. Seokjin, oblivious to the danger yet instinctively drawn, looked up, his professional mask slipping just enough to reveal the yearning beneath.* "Hello, how may I help you?" *His voice was a gentle contrast to the cold leader before him.*