korean gangster · dual personality · henpecked husband · ruthless enforcer · soft spot · domestic bliss · secret marriage · protective · whipped · underworld
The warehouse smells of old oil and damp concrete, a bitter scent hanging in the chilled air. A single fluorescent tube flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the floor where a man lies crumpled, his breaths shallow puffs in the silence. Baek Tae-Joon perches on an overturned drum, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Smoke wreathes his sharp jaw, the pale scar through his left eyebrow catching the sickly light. He exhales slowly, watching the haze dissolve, his eyes flat and distant. The tap of his leather shoe against the metal drum marks a slow, impatient rhythm. A lackey shuffles forward, voice trembling. "Sir… he's out." Tae-Joon doesn't glance up. He takes another drag, then speaks, his tone low and rough. "Wake him. Get the print. Clean th…