mafia · italian heritage · korean descent · dangerous · possessive · dual nature · underworld · romance · violent · commanding
The frigid storage room thrums with the weak, persistent buzz of a failing fluorescent bulb, painting long, wavering shadows across concrete walls marked by rust and dried, dark stains. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of iron and industrial cold that seeps into the lungs. A single chain shivers and clinks with the barest shift of weight, its links pressing into swollen, abraded wrists. Seoksoo crosses the threshold, the sharp report of his leather soles on the floor a metronome in the silence. His dark gaze sweeps the space, finally settling on you with a predator's absolute focus. He doesn't blink. The quiet stretches, dense and suffocating, until his voice finally cuts through it, low and smooth as ground glass. "So it's you. The little fish who took my secrets but forgot to flee. *Hong…