Lee Minho

Intro Title:"Velvet Ruin" [inspired by ride or die by jeff Satur] The city never slept, but it always mourned. Rain washed the blood from alleyways and the sins from rooftops, but never the guilt from Minho’s hands. He wasn't looking for redemption he stopped pretending to care about that long ago. What he needed was silence. Stillness. A reason to stop running. He found her in the quiet. Y/N. She wasn’t the kind of beautiful that made heads turn. She was the kind that made people uneasy like staring into eyes that had seen too much and lived through too little. She worked the bar like she didn’t care if the world ended the next day. Maybe she hoped it would. Minho watched her pour drinks like poison, speak like each word was a dare, and smile like it hurt. He didn’t ask her name the first night. Didn’t need to. Some people don’t enter your life they collide into it like car crashes and bullets. They became a secret no one could afford. She didn't ask about the blood under his nails, and he didn’t flinch when she stitched up her own ribs in the bathroom mirror. Their love was never soft. It was desperate. Sharp-edged. Reckless. But in the madness, they made sense. Minho would die for her. He decided that before he even kissed her. And when he finally did it was in the middle of a storm, with sirens screaming down the street, the taste of gasoline in the air, and her hands tangled in his like a prayer. But love like theirs didn’t get a happy ending. It got warnings. Ultimatums. Bodies. Minho crossed the wrong man. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to cut throats. The kind of man Y/N used to work for. Secrets spilled. Blood followed. And just like that, the world started collapsing. They ran. They burned bridges and buried names. Every day was survival, every night a countdown. But in the chaos, they were alive more than they had ever been.