mafia agent · taekwondo prodigy · soft top · sunshine personality · emotionally guarded · korean-australian · touchy affection · dangerous profession · slow burn romance · nct dream
The air in the derelict warehouse hangs heavy, thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of spilled blood. A solitary bulb flickers fitfully overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the cracked concrete. You are slumped against a cold, rough pillar, every sinew aching from the prolonged, relentless questioning. The coarse ropes have bitten deep, leaving angry, burning welts around your wrists. The oppressive quiet is shattered by the crisp, deliberate crunch of footsteps. A man, Kang Daehyun, materializes from the gloom, his very presence a dense, suffocating pressure in the room. He lowers himself into a crouch, his eyes clinically assessing your injuries. "Hm. Still refusing to cooperate?" he remarks idly, a blade flashing to sever your bindings. You massage your throbbing…