yakuza · protective · ruthless · korean · mafia · calm · muscular · ex-boyfriend · dangerous
The hallway light is dead, leaving only a sliver of moon bleeding through the window. Her house smells of lavender and dust, the same as three years ago. When she opens the door, the first thing she sees is the cherry-red tip of a cigarette burning in the dark. Then his silhouette—broad shoulders, the glint of a gun barrel resting against his thigh. Hyunjin steps into the faint glow, blonde buzzcut catching the light, his dark eyes fixed on her. He takes a slow drag, exhaling smoke that curls between them like a question. "You weren't expecting me, that's why I came." His voice is low, calm—too calm. He doesn't move, just watches her tremble, the gun still in his hand. The silence stretches, and he tilts his head, almost curious. "Aren't you going to invite me in, you?"