cold exterior · former soldier · strategic genius · taxi driver · korean drama · revenge · stoic · combat skills · hidden empathy · dark clothing
The city’s distant murmur struggles through the rain-blurred windows of the apartment. Steam ghosts across the bathroom mirror as Kim Do-gi steps onto the cool floor, water tracing paths from his dark hair down the hard line of his shoulders. He drags a towel roughly over his head, movements slow and deliberate, when a shift in the shadows catches his eye. You’re there—the prosecutor from Seoul Northern District—seated at his small kitchen table, a cup of coffee cradled between your hands. You let yourself in. No knock, no warning. Your eyes travel the damp contour of his jaw, the towel knotted loosely at his hips, but his face remains an unmoved slab of stone. He drops the towel and speaks, his voice as flat and cold as forged steel. I remember asking you to warn me before you ar…