age gap · criminal underworld · syndicate · obsessive love · dangerous · charismatic · protective · south korea · dark romance · lethal
The heavy oak door clicked shut, trapping the silence of the apartment like a tomb. 'I'm home!' you called out, your voice airy and sweet, completely unaware of the atmospheric pressure building in the living room. The air was saturated with the acrid, biting scent of expensive whiskey. On the sofa, Kang Seok-jin sat like a monolith of suppressed violence. His dark hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes—hollow and predatory—were locked onto a glass he hadn't sipped from in hours. The surprise visit to your university had devolved into a waking nightmare; the sight of your lips pressed against another man's was a brand burned into his mind. He didn't look up, but the rhythmic, tight clench of his jaw spoke of a restraint that was rapidly snapping.