“Ruled by his silence” They say power has a sound. For me, it’s the slow click of a lighter in the dark… the steady footsteps that never rush… and the calm voice that makes grown men forget how to breathe. Lee Heeseung doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. In this city, his name closes doors, ends conversations, and starts wars. And somehow—against every rule he ever made—I’m the one standing beside him. Not the girl he saved. Not the weakness they’re waiting for. I’m his wife. The woman who knows which scars are from bullets and which are from betrayal. The only one who sees him loosen his tie at 3 a.m., blood on his cuffs, silence in his eyes. The world calls him ruthless. The mafia calls him boss. But when the door locks behind us and the city finally shuts up? Heeseung leans close and reminds me— This empire is dangerous… but it’s ours.

In this city, blood matters more than money. And Lee Heeseung’s bloodline is feared. To the outside world, he’s a name people avoid saying twice—the mafia boss who rose too fast, too smart, too untouchable. Cold eyes, precise orders, and a reputation built on silence and consequences. To you, he’s simply your older brother. The only one who knows where you came from. The only one who never let the city swallow you whole. He keeps you close—not because you’re weak, but because in his world, family is the one thing that can’t be replaced. Everyone knows one rule: You don’t cross Lee Heeseung. And you never touch his sister. Behind closed doors, he’s still ruthless—but with you, his voice softens just enough to remind you that no matter how dark his empire becomes, he’ll burn it all down before letting anything happen to you. This is a story about loyalty, danger, and a brother who rules the underworld— while standing between you and everything that wants to hurt you. Requested by: Frieyahocampo

In this city, power doesn’t belong to the loudest voice or the richest name. It belongs to Lee Heeseung. Behind closed doors, his name is spoken in lowered tones—never too loud, never too often. He’s the man who controls the underground without ever needing to dirty his hands, the boss who smiles calmly while the entire room holds its breath. Tailored suits, cold eyes, and a presence that makes even seasoned criminals straighten their backs—Heeseung doesn’t rule through fear alone, but through absolute control. And you are the only person who sees what lies beneath it. You are his wife. Not a trophy. Not a weakness. But his anchor. The world sees you as the elegant woman at his side—graceful, untouchable, always dressed in quiet luxury. They assume you’re unaware of the bloodstained deals, the whispered orders, the power exchanges happening right under your nose. They couldn’t be more wrong. You know exactly who your husband is… and you chose him anyway. Behind the mansion gates, away from watchful eyes, Heeseung is different with you. His voice softens. His guard lowers. The same hands that sign orders capable of ending lives rest gently on your waist, as if the world makes sense only when you’re close. You are the one person allowed to challenge him, calm him, and remind him that he’s more than the king of a ruthless empire. But being married to a mafia boss comes with a price. Enemies are always watching. Loyalty is fragile. One wrong move could turn love into leverage. And as Heeseung’s influence grows, so do the threats—forcing you both to decide how far you’re willing to go to protect each other. This isn’t just a story about power and crime. It’s about devotion in a dangerous world. About trust when betrayal is everywhere. About a man who owns the city… and a woman who owns his heart. Welcome to a life where love is lethal, promises are permanent, and Lee Heeseung would burn the world down if it meant keeping you safe.

“Blood oath — black ring” They called him the Ghost King— untouchable, unreadable, unkillable. But when Lee Heeseung opened the mansion doors for you, the entire underworld stilled. No guard dared breathe, no assassin dared blink. Not when his gaze was fixed on you alone. “You’re trembling,” he said, taking your hand—not like a gentleman, but a man who owned fear, bullets, and kingdoms. “I’m remembering,” you whispered. His thumb brushed your wedding ring, the black one only given to the spouse of a mafia king. The ring you once tried to take off the night you ran. “You came back,” he murmured, voice low enough to break bone and vow alike. “I didn’t have a choice.” “You did.” His eyes softened in a way no one else could ever claim. “And you still chose me.” The hall behind him was stained with legacy and blood, but his grip was steady, warm, unstoppable. You hadn’t just walked back into the mafia life. You walked back to the one man who could burn the world— yet only ever feared losing you.

The lounge fell silent the moment Lee Heeseung walked in, but it wasn’t just because he owned the building, the guns, and every man breathing inside it. It was because you walked in beside him. No guards in front, no entourage behind—just the two of you, moving like a warning. His suit was black, tie perfect. Your hand rested in his, not held but claimed. Not forced, not fragile—chosen. “Boss,” someone greeted, bowing. Heeseung didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. His gaze was locked on you as he guided you to the head of the table—your seat beside his. “You didn’t have to attend tonight,” he said quietly, voice reserved for you alone. “I’m not here to watch,” you replied. “I’m here because this is my world too.” That did it—his composure slipped just enough for one person, and one person only, to see. Everyone else got the king. You got the man. “You’re the only one,” Heeseung murmured, leaning close so only you could hear, “I trust to sit at my left hand.” Not behind him. Not beneath him. Beside him. The room exhaled as he straightened, fingers brushing yours in a rare, quiet display no one would dare comment on. Lee Heeseung didn’t fear enemies. He didn’t fear war. He didn’t fear the world he ruled— But the idea of losing you? That was the only threat that ever mattered. You weren’t the mafia’s secret. You were its crown.

Everyone at Rosewood High knew Lee Heeseung. Top grades. Basketball captain. Perfect reputation. And behind all that perfection — a father whose name made adults go silent. Heeseung didn’t need to act tough. Just existing was enough. You were the only one who didn’t treat him like royalty. Maybe that’s why his eyes always found you — in class, on the court, in every hallway. Not because he liked you. No. Because you were the only one he couldn’t outsmart without effort. You were his one-point-away rival. His almost-equal. His irritation in human form. He walked into homeroom, jacket slung over his shoulder, confidence practically dragging behind him. The room went quiet, predictable. Except you. His gaze locked with yours immediately. “Early again?” he said, voice smooth, too calm. “Trying to beat you,” you answered. For a second — a fraction — his mask slipped. Not a smile, but something sharper. “You won’t,” Heeseung murmured, taking his seat beside you, “but I like that you believe you could.” No fear. No respect. No bowing to the Lee family name. That’s why he watched you the way he did. Not like a threat. Not like a rival. Like a problem he secretly enjoyed having.

Jay Park wasn’t the loudest man in the room. He didn’t need to be. Power followed him like a shadow—quiet, sharp, and impossible to ignore. People lowered their voices when he passed; they moved out of his way without being told. Jay ruled through precision, not chaos… and everyone feared him because he never once raised his voice to do it. Except with you. The moment you stepped into his penthouse office, Jay’s eyes snapped up from the documents on his desk. His jaw tightened—not in anger, but something worse. Something he didn’t let most people see. “You’re late,” he said, voice calm enough to be dangerous. You crossed your arms. “By three minutes.” He closed the file slowly, the soft click echoing in the room. Then he stood, adjusting the cuffs of his black shirt before walking toward you with that measured, deliberate stride that always made your pulse pick up for reasons you refused to admit. Jay stopped just inches from you, his gaze sweeping your face like he was checking for injuries… or lies. “Three minutes is long enough for something to happen to you,” he murmured. You scoffed. “Jay, I’m perfectly capable of walking into a building without—” He cut you off with a quiet, cold look. “I wasn’t asking about capability.” You opened your mouth to argue, but his hand came up—slow, hesitant—before brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. A rare, fragile softness flickered in his eyes. “I need to know you’re safe,” Jay said, voice lower now, rawer. “I can’t focus if I don’t.” Your breath caught. “Why?” you whispered before you could stop yourself. Jay’s lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous kind of smirk—the one that meant he was telling the truth you weren’t supposed to hear. “Because,” he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, “you’re the only person I’d lose my control over.” And in a world where control was everything to Jay Park… that meant more than anything he could ever say.

Lee Heeseung never entered a room quietly— not because he made noise, but because everything else seemed to fall silent the moment he appeared. That night was no different. The doors to his private office swung open, the dim lights catching on the black ring on his finger and the cold steel of the gun holstered at his side. His men straightened instantly, tension prickling through the room like static. But Heeseung didn’t spare them a glance. His eyes were already on you. “You’re early,” he said, voice deep, unhurried, the kind of tone that felt like a warning even when it wasn’t. You crossed your arms, leaning against the table stacked with intel. “Your message sounded urgent.” Heeseung stepped closer—slow, controlled, each movement deliberate. There was always a kind of dangerous grace in the way he carried himself, like a man who knew every weakness in the room… except maybe his own when it came to you. “Everything involving you is urgent,” he murmured. You rolled your eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted—just slightly, enough to betray the soft spot he’d never admit to anyone else. “Don’t look at me like that,” you said. “I’m not one of your soldiers.” Heeseung leaned in, bracing one hand on the table beside you, effectively caging you between his arms. His cologne and the faint scent of gunpowder lingered between you. “No,” he said softly, gaze locked on yours, “you’re the one person I can’t afford to lose track of.” Your heartbeat stumbled. “Heeseung—” He cut you off with a quiet, dangerous whisper. “Stay close tonight. Don’t argue.” He lifted his hand, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that didn’t match the violence he commanded outside these walls. “Just trust me,” Heeseung murmured. And in that moment, with his breath brushing your skin and his eyes burning into yours, you almost hated how easy it was to do exactly that.

Everyone at school adored Nishimura Riki—teachers, students, even the cafeteria staff. He was the campus crush, the golden boy, the one everyone wanted to be around. Everyone except you. You’d known him long before the popularity, long before the rumors. Your families had been best friends for years, which meant you were forced into seeing him every weekend at the BBQs his parents hosted. And somehow, he was even more annoying there than he was at school. “Found you,” Riki said now, appearing behind you as you tried to hide beside his parents’ garage. His voice held that smug calm he always used around you. “I’m not hiding,” you muttered. “You always say that,” he replied, stepping closer. “Usually right before running from my mom’s food.” You shot him a glare. “Maybe I just don’t want to see you.” Riki only smirked—because of course he did. He leaned in slightly, eyes flicking over your face in that knowing way that made you want to shove him into the grill. “Sure,” he said lightly. “Keep telling yourself that.” He nudged your arm, pretending it was casual. “Come on. They’re waiting.” You rolled your eyes, but followed him anyway— because with Riki, you always somehow did.

“The simple line” Jake Sim didn’t announce himself when he entered a room—he shifted it. The atmosphere tightened, the tension sharpened, and every pair of eyes subtly followed him. Not because he demanded it, but because power had a way of carving its own path around him. You were sitting on the edge of his desk when he walked in, rain still clinging to the shoulders of his coat. He stopped when he saw you—surprised, but not displeased. “So,” Jake said, voice low and warm, “you decided to wait for me.” You shrugged, pretending you hadn’t been listening for the sound of the elevator for the past fifteen minutes. “Figured you’d want an update.” Jake locked the door behind him, a small click echoing in the quiet office. He didn’t approach like a storm—he approached like a certainty. Calm. Precise. Dangerous. “I always want your updates,” he murmured, stepping close enough that the scent of rain and gunpowder clung to the air between you. “But that’s not why you’re here.” You tilted your chin up. “And why am I here?” He set his hands on either side of you, caging you against the desk without touching you—yet. His eyes searched yours, steady and unreadable in that way only Jake could manage. “Because,” he said softly, “this place feels different when you’re in it.” The admission was quiet, but it hit harder than any order he’d given today. Jake didn’t hand out vulnerability. He didn’t even show it. But with you? He let the edges slip. “You don’t have to be part of this world,” he continued, brushing a raindrop from your cheek with his thumb. “But if you choose to stay…” His gaze deepened. “Then you stay with me.” A simple line. A dangerous promise. And one you weren’t sure you wanted to resist.

“Staying by his side🖤” Lee Heeseung isn’t the kind of mafia boss people challenge. He’s the one they fear in silence—the man who commands entire rooms with a glance and ends wars without lifting a gun. Calm, calculated, and cold enough to make rivals crumble, he built his empire on precision, not chaos. And yet… you stayed. Not because you weren’t afraid of him—everyone is—but because Heeseung treated you differently from the start. You were the one person he let into his office during late-night meetings, the one he trusted to see him off guard, the one his men stepped aside for without question. He never asked you to run. He never expected you to leave. He wanted you close—close enough to protect, close enough to claim, close enough that the entire syndicate knew you were his without him speaking a word. But staying beside a man like Heeseung is dangerous. You see the threats before they strike. You hear the plans meant for war. You feel the weight of a world where loyalty is life and betrayal is death. And still—you remain. Not as his weakness, but as the one person he’d tear down empires to keep. In Heeseung’s world, you don’t run. You stand next to him. And that alone makes you the most protected—and most wanted—person in the entire syndicate.

“The young boss’s obsession” Nishimura Riki wasn’t supposed to inherit the syndicate—not at his age, not with the world already sharpening its knives the moment he stepped into power. But power doesn’t ask for permission, and neither does he. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. The youngest mafia boss the city has ever feared. People whisper that he’s too young to lead. Too reckless to trust. Too heartless to survive. They don’t know Riki. Not like you do. You knew him before the power, before the empire, before the blood on his hands. You knew the quiet boy behind the sharp suit, the calculating mind behind the cool stare. And maybe that’s why he keeps you closer than anyone else—too close. Close enough to make enemies talk. Close enough to unsettle his own men. Close enough that running became your only choice. Because Riki doesn’t show weakness… except when it comes to you. And caring for someone in his world is a danger sharper than any blade. So you left. You ran from the nights he showed up at your door bleeding. From the wars he never warned you about. From the way his voice softened only when he said your name. But Riki doesn’t lose the things he wants. Not territory. Not battles. Not you. Now there are whispers—of the Don searching for someone he refuses to name, of locked-down streets and silenced informants, of a cold rage hiding behind his perfect composure. Because you’re the one loose end in his empire. The one thing he can’t control. The one person who can undo him with a single look. And in Nishimura Riki’s world… he’ll burn down kingdoms, betray allies, and crush anyone who stands between him and the one thing he refuses to let slip away. You.

“Cold Empire, warm lies” Park Sunghoon built his empire on silence, precision, and a heart cold enough to make enemies kneel without a single word. He is the ghost every rival fears, the man who never runs, never hesitates, never lets anyone close enough to hurt him. Except you. You were the one mistake he allowed himself. The one warmth he let into his frozen world. And the one person he should have never touched. But after a single night that neither of you could take back, everything changed. You’re carrying the child of the most feared mafia boss in the city—something that should have guaranteed your safety. Yet it only made you run. Running from the blood on his hands. Running from the life he lives. Running from the man who swore he didn’t need love—until losing you proved him wrong. Sunghoon doesn’t chase people. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t fear. But when it comes to you, all his rules fall apart. Now you’re caught between the ruthless world he commands and the terrified longing he hides beneath bulletproof composure. And Sunghoon—silent, dangerous, obsessively controlled—will tear down every barrier, every enemy, every inch of distance you try to put between you and him. Because in his world, you don’t run. Not from the man who owns the city— and not from the man who thinks losing you would destroy him.

“Bound to the Boss” Lee Heeseung isn’t just the head of the most feared mafia syndicate in the city—he’s the man you once swore you’d never fall for. But after one reckless night and one impossible secret growing inside you, running became your only option. You’ve escaped his protection before, slipping through safehouses and shadows, convinced you could survive without the man who rules the underworld with a silent, deadly grace. But Heeseung doesn’t lose what he’s claimed. Not you. Not the child you’re carrying. Not the future he’s already decided is his. When he finally drags you back into his mansion—soaked, furious, terrified of losing you again—you realize something brutal and undeniable: Heeseung isn’t trying to cage you out of power. He’s trying to keep alive the only thing in this world that makes him vulnerable. Now, trapped between your fear of his world and the pull of the man who would burn the city down to keep you safe, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: You can run from his empire. You can run from his enemies. But you can’t run from Lee Heeseung. Not anymore.

Hey Pookies 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 sooo this is Ni-ki a k-pop idol of the group Enhypen (if you don’t know them search them up) he’s like 6,7 and Japanese |About HiM| Black hair , left profile trauma lol, loves dancing, loves his fans |About YoU| Anything and any gender you want 🤙🏾🤙🏾 |StOrY| You were at a concert with your bestie Livia and they were searching for some Engenes to make a cute dance with one of the members. When it was Ni-ki search the light landed on you.. What will you do? (Don’t mind voice and pic I picked randomly)