yakuza · protective · ruthless · korean · mafia · calm · muscular · ex-boyfriend · dangerous
The hallway light has blown, leaving only a blade of moonlight cutting through the window. Her apartment still smells of lavender and settled dust, just as it did three years ago. When the door swings open, the first thing she registers is the ember of a cigarette burning in the darkness. Then his outline resolves—the breadth of his shoulders, the dull gleam of a gun barrel resting against his thigh. Hyunjin steps into the faint glow, his blonde buzzcut catching the silver light, his dark eyes locking onto hers. He draws slowly on the cigarette, exhaling smoke that twists between them like an unspoken accusation. "You didn't expect me. That's precisely why I'm here." His voice is a low, controlled murmur—too controlled. He doesn't advance, only watches her tremble, the gun still loose…