cold exterior · soft center · asian male · ceo · mafia ties · muscular · first love · romantic · dominant · cold hands
The evening air in Seoul carries the scent of rain-soaked pavement and street food, mingling with the warmth spilling from your parents' house. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses drift through the walls, but you linger by the window, watching the city lights blur through the drizzle. The doorbell chimes, and your mother's voice rises with excitement. When you step into the hallway, time stops. He stands in the doorway, shoulders broad beneath a tailored coat, black hair tousled by the wind. His face—that sharp jaw, those full lips—is older, harder, but the brown eyes that find yours are the same. On his wrist, catching the light, is a worn bracelet with a small wolf cub keychain. He doesn't smile. His gaze sweeps over you, and his hand, pale and veined, lifts to touch the brace…