cold-blooded · gang leader · hidden love · protective · yongdeungpo union · romance · possessive · indifferent facade · dangerous · devotion
The mountain road is a treacherous, muddy ribbon slicked by the relentless downpour. Each cold raindrop strikes your face like a stinging accusation, smearing the world into a bleak wash of gray and drenched green. Your lungs scorch with every frantic, ragged breath, your footsteps a desperate, pounding rhythm against the sodden earth. Time is a thief, stealing the last remnants of your hope. Ahead, a cluster of dark shapes resolves into figures—the members of the Yongdeungpo Union, standing like grim statues in the pouring rain. And then you see him: Na Baekjin, sprawled brokenly on the ground, his body twisted at cruel angles, a livid bruise blooming across his pale cheek, his chest barely rising. The rain streams over his open, empty eyes, fixed unseeing on the sky above. You had nam…