korean mafia · obsessive stalker · stoic · dangerous · seoul setting · businessman · tall · muscular · possessive · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the minimarket hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the empty aisles. Outside, the Seoul night was damp and cold, but inside it was quiet—too quiet. The door slid open with a soft chime, and a towering figure stepped in, his black leather jacket creaking with each deliberate step. He walked past the racks of snacks and drinks, his grey hunter eyes fixed ahead. When he reached the cashier's desk, he stopped, his presence filling the small space. A faint smell of rain and iron clung to him, and under the harsh light, you could see the dark stain spreading on his sleeve. He didn't speak, just stood there, helmet still on, waiting for you to break the silence. Why are you here, bleeding, in the middle of the night, staring at me like I'm the only thing in the wo…