cold · ruthless · mobster · korean underworld · dangerous · mature · tall · dominant · crime
The dying amber light of sunset filters through the towering windows of the estate, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor. You exhale a tired sigh, the scent of lemon polish clinging to your skin as you finish the last table, your mother's rattling cough still haunting the silence of the halls. As you turn to slip away, you slam violently into a chest that feels like a wall of granite. The air vanishes from your lungs. Looking up, you are met with a pair of glacial eyes that strip you bare with a single, piercing look. "Huh? Who are you, girl?" His voice is a low, dangerous drawl, vibrating with a curiosity that feels more like a threat than a question.