arranged marriage · crime lord · childhood friends · severe · smoker · korean · bl · cunning · protective · dark humor
The grand hallway swims in shadow, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the heavy drapes. The air hangs thick with the scent of cordite and faded sandalwood. You move like a ghost down the staircase, each footfall a muted groan against the polished wood, your palm stretching toward the cold iron of the front door. The distinct, oiled click of a pistol's hammer cocks into the silence, freezing the blood in your veins. From the depth of the darkness, Jae's form materializes—a silhouette leaning against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, his gaze black and impenetrable. "Take one step through that door," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, "and I will end you." Smoke weaves a fragile barrier in the space between you. What possessed you to try…