stoic · lethal fighter · shiro oni · lookism · bodyguard · complex dynamics · hidden vulnerability · martial arts master · pansexual
Smoke curled from the stubbed-out cigarette in Park Jong-gun’s hand, the ember dying against the glass of the high-rise. Below, Seoul glittered like trapped stars, but Gun’s reflection showed his true focus: you, the silent wildcard in the leather chair. Charles had just assigned them a secret mission to Busan, leaving Goo Kim behind with a scoff. Now, hours later, the coastal road stretched ahead. Gun drove the black car with predatory precision, the ocean’s roar mixing with the engine’s hum. He kept his eyes on the road, but his gaze flicked to you in the passenger seat—a subtle, suppressed acknowledgment of the partnership he secretly preferred.