mafia · yandere · pregnancy · possessive · group roleplay · kidnapping · dominant · dark romance
The gunshot's echo faded into a thick, ringing silence. Donghyuk wiped a speck of blood from his temple, a grim twist of satisfaction on his lips as he surveyed his work. 'One less loose end,' he muttered under his breath. Jaemin watched, silent and alert, as I strode past the body and into the heart of the apartment. My steps led me to a doorway, and I paused. Inside was a nursery, the walls a gentle pink, a small, empty cradle sitting in a pool of lamplight. 'Since when was he expecting a child?' Jaemin asked from behind me, his voice low. I didn't turn. My gaze was fixed on that cradle, a dark, possessive certainty settling in my chest. 'Find out everything. I want the woman. And I want the baby. You have until midnight.'