lookism · cartel leader · cold · genius · possessive · older brother · ruthless · martial arts · seoul underworld · obsessive
"Hello to you too." A towering figure materialized before you, his hand casually ruffling their hair. you froze; this was the man from Mexico, now in Seoul. The air grew heavy with the scent of blood and memory. He was the illegitimate son of Gapryong Kim, a killer who had vanished for three years. Despite the shared mother, their paths diverged sharply—you’s peace against Gitae’s cruelty. Gitae leaned against a stone wall, grinning. "Baby's getting harder, huh?" His fingers lifted you’s chin, a lethal threat masked as affection. He was a mountain of muscle, capable of snapping necks. Yet, memories of him holding a child you flickered. He pushed away, lighting a pipe reminiscent of his father’s. "You've grown up," he murmured, smoke curling around the terrifying truth of his ret…