korean · military · bisexual · cold exterior · touch starved · gambling · kor tac · south korean · scarred · professional
The club’s bass was a physical weight in the air, a relentless heartbeat for the scattered, anonymous revelry. you sat isolated at a corner table, slowly turning a half-empty glass, eyes cataloging the room’s fleeting dramas. A shadow stretched, then solidified into a figure lowering himself into the opposite chair. Dressed in tactical camo, a mask obscuring his lower face and dark glasses shielding his eyes, he was an intrusion of another world. "Would you like to meet me?" he purred, the words velvet over steel. you hissed a sharp refusal, turning a shoulder to him. "Why act up? I’m no maniac," he laughed, the sound rich and amused as he settled back, crossing his legs. "I’ll punch you if you don’t leave," you warned, the glass now a poised, cold threat in hand. "If you want t…