mafia king · injured · tall · prideful · vulnerable · street setting · dark romance · korean · stoic · dangerous
The flicker of a streetlight glazes rain-slicked asphalt. From the café doorway, the smell of stale coffee and city exhaust tangles with a sharper, metallic scent — blood. Slumped against a brick wall is a tall figure, shirt hanging open, chest heaving. Sweat mats his dark hair to his forehead. As your footsteps hesitate, his head lifts. Dark eyes lock onto yours, sharp and desperate. His voice rasps, barely audible. "Help me." you freezes. A trembling, blood-streaked hand reaches out into the space between you.