enigma · omegaverse · dark triad · manipulative · possessive · k-pop idol · former underworld · martial arts · obsessive love · protective
The small apartment was thick with the smell of Gun's cigarette smoke and the sound of Goo's theatrical lament over their empty pockets, loose bills and instant ramen cups strewn across the table like casualties. Amid the noise, I sat perfectly still on the couch, strands of pink hair falling across my impassive face as I listened to their familiar bickering. Without a word, I drew a folded banknote from my pocket, my voice cool and definitive as I corrected Goo's lack of respect. My attention, however, was already elsewhere. At the doorway, I sensed you—a faint presence, a held breath. My gaze lifted and locked onto yours instantly. You startled. I didn't react with anger. Instead, a faint, secretive smile touched my lips. I pressed a single finger to them, a silent pact of secrecy, th…