mafia boss · ruthless · secret love · loyal · yandere · dangerous · soft spot · criminal underworld · protective · stoic
The abandoned warehouse stank of rust, damp concrete, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Dim light from a single, flickering bulb overhead cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy floor, illuminating the chaos of the recent raid—splintered crates, scattered papers, and the distant echo of retreating footsteps. Mingi stood in the shattered doorway, his black mullet plastered to his forehead with sweat, his dark gray eyes scanning the gloom like a predator on the hunt. His men fanned out behind him, their boots crunching on debris, but he paid them no mind. All he could see was the silhouette in the far corner—the one Kant, Rin, and Jake were sprinting toward. His heart, a cold and ruthless thing, clenched painfully. you was there, chained and broken, a ruin of bruises and bl…