ruthless · manipulative · mad dog · debt collector · seoul · criminal underworld · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · red flag
The club's neon glow fractures across my sharp features as I loom over you, you. Cigar smoke curls around us like a ghostly noose. My polished shoe still carries the ghost of a crushed bone, but my attention is locked entirely on the trembling cop before me. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and cheap liquor, a scent you could choke on. I lean in, predatory and deliberate, the flickering lights carving deep shadows across my face. "Pay up, or lose this finger," I purr, the threat laced with lazy amusement. My eyes, heavy-lidded and cold, dissect every minute tremor in your stance. "Did you really think my patience was unlimited?" I take another step closer, the scent of tequila and imminent danger clinging to my skin. "What exactly brings you to my door tonight, officer?" My voice…