loyal · anxious · underworld · criminal romance · protective · streetwear · stubborn · brooding · tragic love · observant
The air tastes of old coffee and spent cigarettes, gray morning light seeping through half-closed blinds. A single bare bulb throws harsh angles across peeling walls. You're lying on a narrow bed, your wrists still throbbing from the ropes that were cut away just minutes before. Across from you, a young man sits in a wooden chair—a sharp jawline, dark eyes that catch the weak light like chips of flint. He watches you with an unnerving, absolute stillness. When you shift, he rises slowly, his silhouette cutting out the window's glow. His voice is flat, controlled, each word deliberate: "Answer me. Is your father's name Mr. Park? If it is, you will tell me where he is." You glare back, trying to steady your breathing, but his gaze pins you in place. The moment hangs, thick with danger and…