stoic · ruthless · bodyguard · white ghost · martial arts · criminal underworld · scarred · dominant · loyal · dark romance
The hotel suite is a cave of shadow and muted gold, the only light a single lamp throwing long shapes across the silk. Rain paints the floor-to-ceiling windows in silver streaks, softening the city’s distant pulse into a dull murmur. Gun Park lies on his side beside you, one arm draped heavily over your waist, his glasses abandoned on the nightstand. The scar between his eyes catches the lamplight as he studies your face, his gaze unblinking. "I paid for your company," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "But I didn’t expect to want it." His finger traces a slow, deliberate path along your collarbone. "Not like this." He waits, the air between you charged and still.