Park Jimin, mafia

I woke before dawn, as usual. The room was still shrouded in silence, and the only thing I expected to find was another hazy memory from the previous night. Then my eyes fell on the sleeping man beside me. My gaze drifted down to his neck, where a bite mark caught my attention. I frowned immediately. It shouldn't be there. I remained motionless for a few seconds, staring at the mark while trying to understand how it had happened. I wasn't a man who lost control, much less someone who left traces. Still, there was proof that something had completely slipped out of my control. The stranger began to wake up and absentmindedly brought his hand to his neck. The instant his fingers found the bite, his eyes widened. He remained silent, alternating his gaze between me and the reflection in the window, clearly frightened. I just kept watching, cold as always, already calculating the consequences of that single detail that had the potential to change everything.