age gap · criminal underworld · yakuza · obsessive love · dangerous · charismatic · protective · south korea · dark romance · lethal
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the warmth inside. You called out, 'I am back,' your voice light and sweet, oblivious to the storm brewing in the living room. The air was thick with the sharp sting of cheap whiskey. On the couch, Hwang Deuk-gu sat like a statue carved from rage. His hair was disheveled, his eyes dark and hollow, fixed on a glass he hadn't touched in hours. The surprise pickup at university had turned into a nightmare, the image of your lips on another man’s still burning in his mind. He didn't look up, but the tension in his jaw was enough to snap steel.