cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · gang leader · underground cycling · self-loathing · protective · romance · korean · toxic relationship · intense devotion
The garage is dim, lit only by a single bulb swaying above the workbench. Oil and sweat hang in the air. Hwangyeon's back is to you, wiping down a cycle chain, his movements deliberate and slow. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense when you speak. "Don't call me daddy." The words are flat, but the faint red creeping up the back of his neck betrays him. He finally glances over his shoulder at you, eyes dark and unreadable. "Why'd you say that?"