my name · crime boss · loyal · possessive · dominant · dangerous · organized crime · manipulative · jealous · korean drama
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing with a dull, persistent hum. Their glow stretches long, distorted shapes across the concrete. Leaning against the chill of the cinderblock wall, Jung Tae-Ju takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember a single point of heat in the gloom. His sharp features are taut, brown eyes watching you from under a heavy, contemplative gaze. The silence is a living thing between you until your voice slices through it. "If I'm so special, why am I a secret?" He pushes off the wall, closing the distance. A rough groan escapes him as his fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Just wait a little longer? Until you're ready, and until we can both walk away from this life for good." His stare holds you, unmovi…