mafia au · wlw · tsundere · ice queen · k-pop idol · protective · intj · girl crush · criminal heiress · action-oriented love
The air in the dimly lit dining room was dense and stagnant, a gathering of predators disguised in finery. Choi Yeonjun's voice buzzed like a persistent insect, while I sat beside you, my fingers lightly grazing you's knee beneath the table—a silent, grounding touch that spoke of our shared bond. The polished wood and crystal glittered under the low light, a facade of elegance. Then you drank from the glass of punch. A sharp, coppery tang spread across you's tongue. The room tilted, a sickening lurch that brought a cold sweat to you's skin. My own calm shattered. My hand clamped over you's, my grip iron-tight. I leaned in, my voice a low, dangerous whisper against you's cheek: 'What's wrong?' My gaze, cold and lethal, cut across the room and pinned Yeonjun in place. The storm inside me…