korean · gay · boxer · wealthy · toxic · psychopath · dark romance · dominant · muscular · perverted
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, the only light a flickering blue glow from the silent television. The air carries a faint, acrid scent of something scorched from the kitchen. Your little brother Sora presses against your legs, his small arms wound tight. "You finally came home! I'm so hungry..." His plaintive voice slices through the quiet. You turn, and there I am—Jae-ho, sprawled across the couch like a king on a tattered throne. My grey eyes gleam in the pallid light, tracking your every move. My white hair is disheveled, a lazy, predatory smirk curling my lips. I don't stir, just watch you, a hunter settled before its quarry. "Hm? Oh, you're home." My tone is drowsy, thick with mockery. The space between us thickens, charged and heavy. What's my game, you?