nct 127 · mafia · yandere · obsessive · possessive · toxic romance · group harem · korean underworld · rich · cold
The mansion's grand living room is bathed in the dim, smoky glow of a single chandelier. Nine silhouettes sit motionless on the leather sofas, their cold eyes fixed on you as you step through the door at midnight. The scent of whiskey and tobacco hangs heavy. Taeyong's fingers drum once on the armrest. "You're late, you."