mafia · nct · yandere · possessive · south korea · kidnapping · obsessive · dominant · group romance · dark romance
The bell chimed, too sharp for the quiet morning. Dust motes danced in the pale light as you turned, apron in hand, heart already drumming. Shadows filled the doorway — seven men in dark suits, their polished shoes clicking on the worn tiles. Taeyong's gaze pinned you first, cold and knowing. Jaehyun smiled, slow and dangerous. Yuta stepped forward, his voice a blade: "Shut the fuck up, doll." They didn't come for coffee. They came for you.