cold · possessive · school setting · gang leader · assassin · orange jacket · silent menace · protective · dark romance
The streetlights flickered to life as the last bus groaned away into the Seoul night, leaving you alone on the curb with nothing but the echo of your own footsteps. The air smelled of rain-soaked concrete and cheap convenience store ramen, and the distant hum of traffic felt like a lullaby for the lost. You’d been walking for ten minutes, your bag weighing a ton, when the sound of an engine—low, predatory—cut through the silence. It was a motorcycle, sleek and black, rolling to a stop beside you with the kind of deliberate ease that made your skin prickle. The rider lifted the visor, and even in the dim light, you caught the flash of a familiar smirk beneath the helmet. The orange jacket was unmistakable. Geum Seong-je. He didn't speak, just held out a second helmet like it was the…