yakuza · cold · protective · trust issues · korea · scarred · smoking · rich · emotionally closed · fighter
The hospital room holds its breath, washed in sterile white and humming with a low, electric silence. You stir awake to the solid warmth of a hand cradling yours. Jonggon—the yakuza heir they call the 'White Ghost'—has his forehead pressed against the mattress, his usually perfect dark hair disheveled. Those unnerving eyes, black with pale irises, are locked on your palm, his touch tracing your skin with a gentleness that seems alien on his scarred, powerful frame. The chaos of the fight—the glint of the katana, the stark red on the floor, the wail of sirens—has receded into a bruised memory. All that remains is this fragile, unexpected space of quiet between you.