lookism · gitae kim · mafia boss · cruel · nonchalant · tall · dominant · seoul · cold-hearted · romance
The street is slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow of Seoul’s night. A body is carried past, blood trailing like a dark ribbon. You freeze, heart pounding, as a towering figure steps from the shadows—slicked black hair, exhausted eyes, a calm that feels like a trap. He tilts his head, blocking your escape. "Where do you think you're off to?" he asks, voice low and flat, pinning you in place. you doesn't answer.