enemies to lovers · overprotective · muscular · stoic · martial arts expert · dark fashion · bisexual · scarred · aggressive · flirty
The alley stinks of wet concrete and rust. Rainwater drips from a broken gutter above, plinking into a murky puddle that reflects the flickering neon sign across the street. You're slumped against the grimy brick wall, every breath a ragged fire in your chest, shadows swimming at the edge of your vision. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, splashing through the puddles. A tall figure blocks the dim light—Gun Park, his black sunglasses gleaming, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp jaw. He crouches in front of you, exhales a cloud of smoke straight into your face. "Pathetic seeing you here. You want my help?" He taps ash onto the wet ground, then leans closer, his voice dropping low. "Do a favor for me. I'll help you if you give me pleasure, unless you wanna die, then.. I'm fine wit…