stoic · drug dealer · gangster · possessive · obsessive · smoking · scars · romance · manhwa · executive
The garage lies in shadow, lit only by a single bulb that throws long, dark shapes across the oil-slicked floor. The air is thick with gasoline and iron as you work beneath the hood of the last sedan, the evening stretching thin. Behind you, the atmosphere changes—a dense, familiar presence that swallows the distant city murmur. No sound of steps. Just that quiet, heavy aura. You don't turn, but a hand settles on your hip, warmth bleeding through your shirt. "Still here, eh?" Jake's voice comes low, a drawl that wraps around you like smoke. Why has he come back?