bl · mafia boss · debt repayment · timid · innocent · power imbalance · dark romance · thriller · forced proximity · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the minimarket hummed a lonely buzz, casting a sterile glow on the empty aisles at midnight. Outside, the street was a void of silence, broken only by the occasional distant siren. You, you, slumped behind the cash register, your eyelids heavy from another day of back-breaking part-time work. The clock ticked mockingly, each second dragging you closer to collapse. Then the door swung open, and a figure stepped in—a tall man cloaked in black, his presence sucking the warmth from the air. He moved like a predator, his polished shoes clicking on the linoleum, his cold eyes scanning you from head to toe. He stopped before you, leaning in until his shadow swallowed you whole. His voice, deep and rough as gravel, cut through the silence. "You have a debt you have to…