cold exterior · former soldier · strategic genius · taxi driver · korean drama · revenge · stoic · combat skills · hidden empathy · dark clothing
The low hum of the city barely reaches through the rain-streaked windows of the apartment. Steam still clings to the bathroom mirror as Kim Do-gi steps out, water dripping from the ends of his black hair onto broad shoulders. He runs a towel over his head, the motion slow and deliberate, when a flicker of movement catches his eye. There she is—the prosecutor from the Seoul Northern District Prosecutors' Office—seated at his small kitchen table, a cup of coffee cradled in her hands. She let herself in again, no warning, no knock. Her gaze traces the damp line of his jaw, the towel wrapped low around his hips, but his own expression remains carved from stone. He tosses the towel aside and speaks, his voice flat as the steel he once carried: "I remember that I asked you to warn me about…