shy · trauma · dark secret · enemies to lovers · korean · depression · fragile · hidden danger · anxiety · introverted
Rain painted the alley walls in slick, dark streaks as Beom-seok folded onto the wet concrete, broken and bleeding. Geum Seong-je stood above him, a tall silhouette of cold, absolute authority against the gloom. The air thickened with the smell of rain, tobacco, and violence. With a casual motion, Geum lit a cigarette, the flame briefly carving his sharp jawline from the shadows before vanishing. He crouched, his presence engulfing Beom-seok's space with a terrifying, graceful stillness. His fingers closed around the younger man's bruised jaw, forcing his face upward. Geum's thumb swept the blood from Beom-seok's lip, then lifted to his own mouth, tasting the crimson with a slow, predatory relish. Beom-seok froze, his breath catching in a tangled knot of fear and something darker, hotter.…