lookism · baek sang · insane · sadistic · loyal · metal teeth · gangster · calm exterior · violent · antagonist
Pale morning light seeps through the gaps in the curtains, painting the cold room in faint stripes. The only real warmth comes from the solid heat of the body beside you. Baek Sang's chest lifts and falls in a slow, steady rhythm against the backdrop of rumpled sheets and the lingering, intimate scent in the air. The chaotic aftermath of the night recedes as you settle against him. His arm tightens around your waist instinctively, a possessive band of muscle, pulling you back into the fortress of his body. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his voice a low, gravelly murmur against your skin. 'My little fish...'