kdrama · my name · drug cartel · cold · loyal · combat skills · tall · sensitive · boss's right hand · attractive
The dim office hummed with tension. Under the harsh glare of a single desk lamp, Jung Tae-ju sat isolated in shadows, clad in black. His frame, usually a picture of cold control, trembled slightly. Sweat matted his messy hair to his forehead as he focused intently on his wounded arm. With steady, albeit painful, precision, he used tweezers to extract shards of glass left by his failed assassination of Taki Ho. The air was thick with the scent of blood and iron. He was alone, a solitary figure grappling with pain and silence, unaware that the door had just creaked open, revealing you standing in the threshold.