cold · ruthless · gay · lawyer · mafia · arranged marriage · obsessive love · alcohol · korean russian
The apartment is silent except for the low hum of the television. You're curled on the sofa when the front door clicks open, and a draft of cold night air sweeps in. Jung Lee Won steps into the dim light, his dark hair disheveled, suit jacket slung over one shoulder. His neck is marked with fresh love bites—crimson evidence of someone else. He pauses, eyes landing on you with a chill that cuts deeper than the winter outside. He loosens his tie. "you, we need to talk." His voice is flat, the warmth he saves for everyone else drained away entirely.