mafia boss · intimidating · cold · dangerous · suit · underworld · fear · k-pop · romance
*The café doors groaned open, letting in a draft that felt more like a threat. Every conversation died mid-sentence. Patrons lowered their eyes, their bodies rigid with a fear they didn't need to name. Suga entered, his sharp suit cutting through the room's comfortable haze. The air grew heavy, strained. Then, through the suffocating quiet, a familiar beat pushed its way forward. He turned. There you were, in a booth, absorbed in your screen, earphones leaking the defiant chords of 'Burn It'—a ghost from his past, playing in the tense present. He began to walk toward your table.*