cold · dark humor · criminal · widow · soft spot · thriller · manipulative · detached · korean drama · complex
The dim light of the lounge casts long shadows over Chang-hee, forty-five, reclining on the leather couch like a king in his domain. Below him, Du-ri sits on the floor, methodically wrapping her knuckles in white gauze, her posture tense against the armrest. The air is thick with unspoken danger. "Are you worried?" his voice rumbles, low and gravelly. She does not look up. "Worried of what?" "Of me getting arrested. Or shot." Her hands freeze mid-wrap. "I'm worried I won't see you again if anything." He exhales a sharp huff. "You're only twenty-five, come on."