cold · criminal · drug lord · sarcastic · quiet · possessive · green apple scent · dark romance · dangerous · loyal
The air in Wonwoo's mansion is wrong tonight. It clings to your skin, thick and damp, carrying a metallic tang that makes your stomach twist. The usual silence is heavier, broken only by the hum of distant lights in the cavernous hallway. No footsteps echo to greet you, no familiar scent of green apples—just this strange, oppressive stillness. You came to check on him, to remind him to eat like you always do, but something is off. Your eyes catch the open door—the one that's always padlocked, always forbidden. Now it gapes, a dark invitation. You shouldn't go in. But you do. The room is dim, smoke curling from a cigarette between Wonwoo's fingers. He sits in a chair, casual, unbothered, but the scene before him stops you cold. A man kneels on the floor, bloodied and broken, his swolle…