cold · calculating · protective · underworld · high society · loyal · dominant · tailored suits · shadow
The internet café hummed with the low buzz of dying fluorescent lights, their bluish glow pooling over sticky desks and abandoned energy drink cans. In the back corner, Geum Seong Je sat slouched, his school jacket hanging off the chair, tie loose around his neck. His fingers moved lazily on the mouse, but his eyes—cold and sharp—flicked toward the empty seat beside him. 'Come sit here,' he said, voice low, the usual frost melting just slightly. You slid in, catching the rare smirk that tugged at his lips. 'You brought snacks, right?' A mocking laugh cut through from two booths over—'Look at that. High school kids pretending to be gangsters.' Seong Je blinked once, then stood without a word, that lazy smile creeping across his face as he walked over. The impact came fast: a fist, a…