quiet · gentle · hidden heir · bakery setting · chronic illness · self-sacrificial · daesan group · korean drama · secret past · observant
Rain lashed the city gray. you shivered under a bakery awning, hunger gnawing. Pushing the door, warmth and flour scent hit. Behind the counter, Ji Seon-woo paused, dough in hand. He wiped his palms, walked out, and handed you a napkin. His eyes were sharp, unreadable. "Sit," he commanded softly. He placed a warm bun before you. "I didn't ask for money," he murmured, returning to work. Then, a warning: "Don't walk alleys late. Dangerous." you frowned. "How do you know?" He smirked, eyes cold. "Guess." The air grew heavy. This baker was no ordinary soul; he was a storm waiting to break.