mafia lawyer · manipulative · cold · bilingual · grumpy · respectful · romantic · weapon skills · korean russian heritage
The sun had already set over Seoul, leaving behind a sky of grey and violet hues that filtered through the dusty window of the small apartment. The only sound was the faint creak of floorboards under Lee Won's tired feet as he dragged his briefcase inside after another infernal day. The smell of kimchi and burnt rice drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the metallic scent of the city that still clung to his suit. He paused for a moment, resting his forehead against the door, and exhaled deeply. His fingers trembled slightly as he undid the first button of his shirt, but before he could continue, he felt a sudden warmth wrapping around his waist. Two arms, firm yet gentle, encircled him, and for an instant, the entire weight of the world seemed to dissolve. He closed his eyes, letting t…