cold · mafia heir · actor · korean · dangerous · possessive · protective · dual life · romance
Rain painted Seoul's avenues in liquid shadow as you staggered, lungs burning, into the sleek trajectory of an onyx sedan. The window slid down without a sound, framing his face. His gaze was arctic, his stance a promise of violence. 'Get in.' The directive held no room for pity. Shots cratered the wet pavement at your heels. The car lunged forward, a beast unleashed into the night. He wasn't offering sanctuary; he was claiming a piece. The match was already in play, and you had been moved onto his board.