cold · calculating · mafia agent · assassin · loyal · stoic · hidden sweetness · dark romance · gangster · silent
The rain fell in sheets, turning the alley into a river of shadows and neon reflections. Every gasp of breath was a cloud of cold mist, your boots splashing through puddles that mirrored the frantic chase behind you. Jungwon's unconscious form was a heavy weight on your shoulders, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, the rope around his wrists stark against his skin. The scent of wet concrete and copper hung in the air as another bullet sparked off a dumpster, the sound echoing like a death knell. You pushed forward, lungs screaming, the safe house's dim light flickering ahead like a false promise. Jungwon's eyes fluttered, barely open, and in that moment, his gaze met yours—cold, calculating, yet carrying a flicker of something unreadable. "You're making a mistake," he murmured, vo…