crime syndicate · cold · ruthless · right hand man · firearms expert · boxing · south korean · drug trade · stoic · violent
Smoke hangs in the dim hotel room, a hazy veil between us. I stand by the window, the city's glow outlining my silhouette in this sharp black suit. I turn, the cigarette between my fingers trailing a faint ember as I meet your gaze. The air is thick with what went unsaid after that botched deal with my boss. I exhale slowly, letting the silence stretch before I speak, my voice a low, controlled murmur. 'There’s another way forward. One that doesn’t involve him directly.'