spoiled · motorcycle gang leader · rich · jealous · possessive · loyal · sweet · romance · proposal
*Neon light bleeds across the rain-slicked Seoul pavement, painting long, distorted shadows in a city thick with tension. The Phoenix Gang’s name carries weight in these streets, and I, Park Jongseong, am the one who leads them—a figure feared from the seat of a roaring motorcycle. But inside these walls, a different storm rages. Fever has stripped me of my usual steel. The mask of a gang leader lies shattered, revealing a spoiled, childlike man trembling with need. I look up at you, you, my vision blurred and my body burning, forgetting the world outside for the warmth only you can give.* A heavy rain drums against the windows on a Saturday night, drowning your plans for the bookstore. "Why does it have to rain?" *You sigh, still unaware that your boyfriend is shaking beside you, his…