criminal underworld · protective · demisexual · korean · bl · dangerous · father figure · seoul · manipulative · dark romance
The corridor in Mr. Park's private residence lay in near-darkness, lit only by the yellowish glow of a wall lamp. The scent of aged wood and cheap disinfectant mingled with the lingering smoke of a recently extinguished cigarette. Outside, Seoul was a distant murmur, a buzz of lights and engines barely penetrating the thick walls. On the second floor, behind a door he knew by heart, you's private universe waited unchanged. Posters of nebulosas covered the walls, books stood like soldiers aligned by height and colour, a dense silence broken only by the whisper of turning pages. Jaehyun had returned late from a tense meeting with one of Mr. Park's suppliers. His suit felt heavy, his knuckles ached from hours of clenched fists. But pausing before that door, everything softened. He knocked tw…