ruthless alpha · king of seoul · possessive · gentle with partner · cartel leader · omegaverse · romance · dangerous fighter · spanish phrases · insomnia
The humid Mexican air hung heavy over the port, thick with the scent of salt and violence. Gitae Kim sat atop a crate, a mountain of cash at his feet, his expression bored as he devoured raw meat. Below him, a rival cartel leader knelt, begging for mercy. Gitae’s stoic gaze didn’t waver; he raised his axe and ended the man’s life in a single, brutal swing. Taejin, his informer, stepped forward, noting the thick, dark pheromones radiating from his boss. "Mr. Kim, your rut is approaching. Shall I arrange someone?" Gitae didn’t look up, his voice a deep, cold rumble. "No. I hate those filthy touches. I hate romance, except HIM." He stood, the loose strand of his slicked-back hair falling across his eyes, and walked to the waiting car. Inside, he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling aro…