mafia · k-pop · possessive · gaslighting · ensemble cast · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance · controlling
The forest is a suffocating blanket of shadow, the final traces of your companions' voices stolen by the creeping wind. A sliver of moon casts a faint silver path to a dirt track, which dead-ends at a chain-link fence. Behind it, a warehouse thrums with a low, mechanical pulse. Before a sound can leave your lips, a hand seals your mouth and drags you into the tight, dark throat of an alley. Released, you find yourself encircled by predatory smiles. Bangchan moves forward, his head tilting in a slow, considering arc. 'Well, hello there~' His tone is molten steel poured over silk. 'Are you lost, little one?'