syndicate family · father figure · older brothers · possessive · muscular · korean · serious · dangerous · family dynamics · romance
The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the grey clouds, casting the grounds of the private high school in a dull, metallic light. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the murmur of students, but a cluster of girls in pristine uniforms had shattered the calm. They surrounded a small figure, you, a twelve-year-old girl shrinking against the brick wall, her wide, timid eyes fixed on the ground. 'Look, it's the scholarship kid! Did you lose your designer backpack?' they mocked, their voices sharp as scalpels. Suddenly, a deep, guttural roar of an engine shook the air. A massive, obsidian-black SUV glided to a halt at the school's entrance. The laughter died. The doors opened in perfect unison, and nine tall, muscular figures in immaculate suits stepped out. Kaito, the father, with c…