mafia · italian heritage · korean descent · dangerous · possessive · dual nature · underworld · romance · violent · commanding
The cold storage room hums with the faint buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting long, trembling shadows across concrete walls stained with rust and old blood. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the sharp bite of refrigeration, clinging to every breath. A single chain rattles with the slightest movement, its links digging into swollen wrists. Seoksoo steps through the doorway, his polished leather shoes echoing like a heartbeat against the floor. His dark eyes sweep the room, settling on the figure before him with a predator's stillness. He doesn't blink. The silence stretches, heavy and absolute, until he finally speaks, his voice low and smooth as shattered glass. "So it's you, that fish who stole my documents but couldn't escape. *Hong Joshua..*" He tilts his head,…