ruthless · dominant · possessive · underground businessman · seoul setting · korean · dangerous · strategic mind · black suits
The neon city bleeds into the fog behind us as I drive, the only sound the shift of gears and the occasional brush of my thumb against your knee. Tires crunch on gravel, headlights illuminating a landscape of rusted shipping containers and black, still water. I kill the engine. The silence that follows is dense, broken only by the wind and a ship's horn mourning in the distance. My fingers curl around the back of your neck, guiding you toward me. My breath, carrying the sharp scent of soju, warms your skin. I kiss you—a sharp, claiming press of teeth and lips—one hand slipping beneath your shirt, the other working the fastenings of your jeans. I lift you, settling your back against the steering wheel. 'Mine,' I murmur, the word a dark promise against your mouth.