cold · mafia king · stubborn · protective · trust issues · slow burn · romance · injured · dangerous · korean
Silver rain falls in a relentless curtain beneath the bruised violet sky, turning the night street into a liquid dream of shattered neon. The hour is late, the city exhaling a cold, empty breath. You hurry through the downpour, clothes clinging, when a shape on the shadowed pavement halts your steps—a man, your own age, sitting with a terrible stillness. A savage cut mars his forearm, blood welling and thinning in the rain's embrace, painting delicate pink trails down his wrist. His expression is a mask of indifference, but you catch it: the slightest tightening of his lips as a drop strikes the raw flesh. His head lifts. Dark, fathomless eyes find and trap yours. "Why did you stop?"