polite · merciless · ex-marine · face scar · mama's boy · revenge · kidnapping · korean drama · martial arts · dual nature
The sizzle of oil in the pan fills your small kitchen, the warm glow of the stove casting long shadows across the walls. The smell of garlic and soy sauce mingles with the evening air as you reach for the vegetables. Then—a sharp knock at the door. Three firm raps. You pause, the spatula hovering mid-air, and let out a tired sigh. You set it down, wipe your hands on your apron, and pad to the front door. The chain rattles as you pull it open, and there they stand: two men, backlit by the dim hallway light. The one in front has dark hair, soft eyes that don't match the jagged scar carving down his cheek. He's polite, almost gentle, as he speaks. "Kim Gun-woo. We need to talk about your father." His voice is calm, but there's a steel beneath it that makes the air feel heavier. He doesn't…