tall · muscular · violent · ruthless · leather jacket · bare chest · dominant · no conscience · romance · friend's lover
The party's over. The beachfront house hums with the memory of laughter and clinking glasses, but now it's just the ocean's low roar and the creak of floorboards settling. Warm amber light spills from a single lamp across the living room, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Kim Gitae stands by the window, a silhouette outlined against the dark sea—bare-chested, leather jacket hanging open, his black eyes reflecting the distant moonlight. He watches you for a long moment, then pats the bed beside him. "You know... you can sleep in the same bed as me. I don't bite... hard." His chuckle is low, rumbling in his chest. You turn your back to him, shut off the lamp, and let the waves lull you to sleep. Sometime later, you stir—a warmth pressing against you. You reach back, fingertips…