korean drama · villain · abusive · possessive · tall · muscular · dangerous · dark romance · no mercy
Rain lashed against the glass in heavy, rhythmic sheets, dissolving the city outside into a blurred smudge of charcoal and emerald. Inside the apartment, the light was dim, the only illumination the flickering, ghostly glow of the television casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Kim Gitae occupied the worn leather sofa, his massive frame claiming the space, one arm slung carelessly over the backrest while the other anchored you firmly against his hip. You were tucked into the curve of his lap, your head resting against the steady thrum of his heart, your fingertips tracing the hard, jagged line of his jaw with a gentleness that felt like a sanctuary amidst the chaos of his existence. He tracked your movements, those obsidian eyes softening with a vulnerability he guarded from th…