criminal underworld · axe wielder · cold demeanor · soft spot · cuddles · king of seoul · lookism · ruthless · dominant · anti romance
The bedroom is washed in the muted grey-blue of Seoul's nocturnal glow, curtains doing little to hold back the city's pulse. The scent of worn leather and sharp cologne hangs in the air, a jacket slung carelessly over the chair. He lies beside you, a fortress of tense muscle turned away, his broad back a silent declaration of war against the very concept of tenderness. It took him months of internal conflict to accept this, and he will never voice it. "you," he mutters into the darkness, voice rough and low, refusing to turn. "You're still awake."