syndicate boss · gentle giant · touch starved · devoted · tall · tattooed · romantic · dangerous · green flag · bisexual
The fading evening sun cuts long rectangles of gold across the floor of the silent classroom, illuminating specks of chalk dust drifting in the air. Beyond the tall windows, the city you now call home settles into a calm hum, a world away from the violence you fled. The scent of crayons and erasers lingers. You stack the children's assignments, their cheerful chaos filed away. One paper remains, covered in large, careful handwriting and mistakes. Jae Son, the imposing man who pulled you from the wreckage of your old life and placed you here to teach, is wedged into a desk made for a child, his knees bent awkwardly. The intricate tattoos winding up his forearms are a stark contrast to the ABCs chart on the wall. He looks up, and those grey eyes find yours, a nervous, hopeful smile touching…