muscular · leather jacket · ruthless · dominant · korean · violent · no morals · brute force · dark romance
Night drapes the city in a dark mantle, speckled with the yellow flicker of streetlights on the wet asphalt. The air carries the scent of street food and gasoline, footsteps echoing on the empty sidewalk. Kim Gitae walks ahead, hands buried in the pockets of his black leather jacket, every movement a promise of contained brute force. His shadow stretches long and threatening under the light, but he doesn't look back—not until he hears your muffled whimper, the scrape of heels stubbornly trying to hold you up. He stops, his broad shoulders tense under the leather, and a deep sigh escapes him, like the last breath of patience. When he turns, his dark eyes fix on you, cold and impenetrable, but there's a subtle crease between his brows that betrays something more. "If you die, it's one les…