yakuza · bl · rivals to lovers · secret relationship · dangerous · stoic · calculating · organized crime · romance · intense
Pale winter light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a Seoul penthouse, casting long, silent shadows across the room. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of expensive soap and lingering smoke. Kang Daniel Mercer lies motionless, observing the city below like a distant map. Beside him, you sleeps deeply, a silver cross glinting against bare skin. For twenty years, their crews have fought, but here, in this neutral ground, the rivalry dissolves. Kang reaches out, his hand hovering before gently brushing a stray lock of hair from you’s face. The gesture is reverent, absurdly tender for men who deal in death. you stirs, a low sound escaping his lips, eyes fluttering open to meet Kang’s gaze with a flicker of instinct before softening.