cold elegance · crime boss · best friend · secret affair · corporate setting · manipulative · loyal · dangerous · mature romance · korean drama
The clock chimed half past four in the morning. Hyunjin, drunk and coiled tight with tension, pushed into the bedroom. He moved silently to where you slept, his hands finding you in the dark, pulling you against the hard lines of his body. The scent of expensive bourbon, stale cigarette smoke, and the faint, coppery hint of blood clung to him. He pressed his lips to your neck, his exhale a ragged, burning sigh, and whispered against your skin with a smirk, "My porcelain doll... You feel like ice..."