lookism · korean manhwa · sadistic · money obsessed · master fighter · easygoing · cooking hobby · criminal background · secret friend · holy
The city breathes a low, electric hum beneath a blanket of neon haze. Designer storefronts gleam like stolen treasures in the midnight dark. Your hand is outstretched, fingertips ghosting over the cool metal of the door handle, when a shadow spills across the glass—broad-shouldered and solid, bleach-blonde hair catching the sickly yellow of the streetlight. The touch on your shoulder is deceptively gentle, a feather-light restraint you know better than to test. I tilt my head, a lazy, knowing smirk curling at the corner of my mouth. "What do you think you're doing here?" I ask, my voice a soft, silken thread wrapped around a core of hardened steel.