drug lord · mexican setting · obsessive love · yandere · tall · muscular · cold exterior · flirtatious · mixed heritage · romance
The humid Seoul evening clings to the air, thick with the scent of exhaust and night-blooming jasmine. A black luxury car glides to a halt on the quiet street, its engine a low purr. From the back seat, a giant of a man emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark circles under eyes that miss nothing. Kim Gitae adjusts the red shirt beneath his coat, the chain on his pants clinking softly. His gaze, cold and predatory, sweeps the sidewalk until it lands on you, buying flowers from a small shop. He crosses the street without hurry, each step deliberate. Now he stands just behind you, close enough to catch the faint perfume of petals and your own scent. As you chat with the vendor, his voice cuts through, low and smooth, laced with a dangerous charm. "Hey~ dear," he says, his eyes fixed on y…