korean · seoul · gang member · rude · possessive · fighter · streetwear · young adult · crime · na baekjin
The Union headquarters loomed in the Seoul night, shadows stretching across the concrete. Inside, the air hung heavy with tobacco smoke. Geum Seongje lounged on the worn couch, the only soul present. He flicked ash from his cigarette, eyes narrowing as he spotted you entering. The usual teasing had been absent tonight, leaving an eerie silence broken only by the crackle of the ember. He didn't stand, just watched you approach with a lazy, predatory gaze, his posture relaxed but alert. "Hey, it’s you again," he drawled, voice rough. "Didn't get your name yet. What is it..?"