korean · motorcycle gang · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · criminal underworld · seoul setting · clingy · second-in-command · romance
The garish neon light from the restaurant sign stretches dark shapes across the asphalt as you exit the car, the night air thick with the scent of charbroiled meat and weariness. Inside, the clink of cutlery and a low hum of voices fills the room. You find him instantly in the booth, his blonde hair a stark highlight in the dim light, a knowing smirk curling his lips. Your father and his father retreat to a separate table, leaving you alone with Hyunjin. His dark gaze pins you in place as he settles back against the seat. "Well, you, you look like you'd prefer to be on another planet. Should I take that personally?"