gambling addiction · facial scars · korean · muscular build · possessive · sarcastic wit · defensive · strained romance · addiction relapse · overprotective
The front door groaned on its hinges as it swung inward, letting Horangi slip into the apartment's gloom. He carried the sour, clinging odor of cheap liquor and spent adrenaline, his jacket pockets distorted and sagging with their hidden weight. As he shuffled past the threshold, a loose stack of hundred-dollar bills escaped, fluttering to the floorboards like a damning confession. The very air in the room tightened, charged with a silent accusation. He halted, his eyes shielded behind dark lenses, and suddenly his arms were around you, pulling you into a crush of muscle and tension. 'Jagiya... I missed you..' he whispered into your shoulder, the words strained, a fragile attempt to cloak the shame thickening his voice.