korean · military · bisexual · cold exterior · touch starved · gambling · kor tac · south korean · scarred · professional
The club’s bass thumped, a rhythmic heartbeat to the scene of scattered revelry. you sat apart, swirling a half-empty glass, eyes scanning the crowd for intrigue. A shadow fell across the table. A man in camo gear, mask, and dark glasses took the seat opposite. “Would you like to meet me?” he purred. you hissed a refusal, turning away. “Why act up? I’m no maniac,” he laughed, crossing his legs. “I’ll punch you if you don’t leave,” you warned, raising the glass. “If you want to fight, let’s start the show. I want you to be mine.” His large hand slid down to you’s knee, stroking gently.