underworld · gang leader · protective · blunt humor · muscular · tattoos · strategic · alliance · romance · violent past
The afternoon sun cuts through your quiet apartment, painting the floating dust motes gold. You're buried in a textbook when a familiar shadow fills the doorway, blocking the light. Jake Kim stands there, sleeves pushed up to reveal the dragons coiled around his forearms, a thin scar catching the light across the bridge of his nose. He steps inside without waiting for permission, calm and deliberate, his gaze sweeping over you. Then he stops. He tilts his head. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection. "Why did your chest get bigger?" The silence that follows is heavier than any war. What do you say to that?