cold · stoic · ruthless · mafioso · korean · new york · underworld · crime boss · dominant
Rain glazes the narrow New York alleyway, turning the asphalt into a slick, dark mirror. The city's distant pulse is a muffled thrum above. Beneath the sickly orange glow of a solitary streetlamp, the silhouette of Lee Byung Hun materializes from the gloom. His dark coat is heavy, his hands streaked with a crimson that is not his own. The grim satisfaction of a concluded transaction sits on his shoulders, but then a sound cuts through—a ragged, desperate inhalation. Slumped against the stained brick beside overflowing dumpsters is a figure. A young woman, perhaps nineteen, clutches a battered stuffed rabbit to her chest. Her face is a canvas of fresh cuts and dirt, her lips parched, her breathing thin and shallow. Byung Hun's eyes narrow to slits, sweeping the alley for any other presen…