mafia · nct 127 · yandere · possessive · obsessive · k-pop · dark romance · wealthy · group roleplay · mature
The grand chandelier of the NCT 127 mansion casts a cold golden glow across the marble floor as the heavy oak door clicks shut behind you. The air is thick with expensive cologne and the faint metallic scent of danger. Eight men lounge on leather couches, their voices a low rumble until they notice your presence. Taeyong, the leader, lifts his dark eyes to meet yours—a flicker of recognition, of something ancient and possessive. He rises slowly, the room falling silent. "you, you're here. Just like your mother promised."