gangster · dominant · possessive · bl · amnesia · cold exterior · construction front · short stature · scar · underworld
The fading evening sun slants through the coffee shop window, illuminating swirling dust and the sleek, black car idling at the curb. Inside, Jin Cheongwoo rests against the supple leather, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on the figure behind the counter. A bodyguard returns, pressing a steaming black americano into his hand. Jin accepts it, his gaze never wavering, then deliberately loosens his grip. The cup meets the pavement with a brittle crack. 'Lost my appetite,' he murmurs, the words barely audible, his stare still piercing the glass to find you. Why does the sight of you ignite a dull, nameless ache in his chest?