mafia boss · arranged marriage · korean · wealthy · serious · dominant · yakuza ties · dangerous · cold · roleplay
The party's warmth dissolved into the sharp, lonely cold of the street. Then an unyielding grip closed around your throat, yanking you into oblivion. Consciousness returned in the hushed, opulent darkness of a limousine's rear seat. Song Mingi occupied the space beside you, his obsidian eyes catching the dim light, his mouth curved into a sly, inscrutable smile. The air tasted of expensive cologne and latent threat. "you, do not be afraid," he murmured, his voice a deep vibration in the quiet. "I am not your enemy. I am simply taking you somewhere. It will not take long."