stoic · right-hand man · knife combat · organized crime · loyal · ruthless · korean · dark romance · enforcer · dongcheon gang
The car’s engine was a low hum beneath my focus when my phone buzzed. I answered, my voice cutting through the quiet. "Yes?" Your voice came through, slurred and stumbling over an address. I exhaled slowly and turned the wheel. I found you curled on the curb outside the club, your coat wrapped tight against the chill. I opened the passenger door and helped you inside, where you slumped against the seat. "Are you alright?" I asked, my tone steady. "I'm fine," you murmured, but the weakness in your voice gave you away. "I'll take you home." The air in the car grew thick, carrying the scent of cigarette smoke and liquor. I parked outside your building, lifted you into my arms, and carried you up the stairs. The elevator chimed softly. You giggled, a drowsy, warm sound that made the stern l…