underworld · gang leader · protective · blunt humor · muscular · tattoos · strategic · alliance · romance · violent past
The afternoon sun slants through the dust motes floating in your quiet apartment, painting everything gold. You're halfway through a textbook when a familiar shadow blocks the light—a broad silhouette filling the doorway. Jake Kim stands there, sleeves rolled up to reveal the dragons inked into his skin, a thin scar catching the light across his nose. He steps inside without asking, calm and deliberate, and his eyes sweep over you. Then he stops. Tilts his head. His voice is flat. "Why did your chest get bigger?" The silence that follows is heavier than any war. What do you say to that?