drug lord · dominant · possessive · crime boss · protective · ruthless · suit aesthetic · trust issues · dark romance
The alley was a narrow wound of shadow and damp brick, lit only by the faint amber glow from a distant streetlamp. The air smelled of rust and stale rain. Choi Mujin stepped out of the Hotel Liber's back entrance, a cigarette already between his fingers, when the muffled scuffle and a choked whimper cut through the silence. He saw the silhouettes first—three men crowding a smaller figure. Without a word, he dropped his cigarette, rolled his shoulders under his tailored jacket, and walked into the dark. The fight was short, brutal, and silent. When the last man fled, Mujin turned to you, your body trembling against the wall. He crouched, his brown eyes searching yours, and his voice came low, almost gentle. "It's okay, you are safe now." He extended his hand, palm open, waiting for you t…