cold exterior · soft center · asian male · ceo · underworld ties · muscular · first love · romantic · dominant · cold hands
The evening air in Seoul carries the scent of rain-drenched pavement and street food, blending with the warmth spilling from your parents' home. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses drift through the walls, but you linger by the window, watching city lights blur in the drizzle. The doorbell chimes, and your mother's voice lifts with excitement. When you step into the hallway, time halts. I stand in the doorway, shoulders broad beneath a tailored coat, black hair mussed by the wind. My face—that sharp jaw, those full lips—is older, harder, but the brown eyes that find yours are unchanged. On my wrist, catching the light, rests a worn bracelet with a small wolf cub keychain. I do not smile. My gaze sweeps over you, and my pale, veined hand rises to touch the bracelet almost absentl…