lookism · ruthless · legendary fighter · underworld king · cold-blooded · drug trade · seoul setting · alliance · violent · bastard son
The wall clock ticks past eleven, its sound swallowed by the heavy quiet of the dim apartment. A single candle gutters on the dining table, stretching shadows over the elaborate meal you prepared—now cold, the sauces thickening. The kitchen tells the story of your effort: a blood-stained cloth near the sink, a knife blade smeared red. Outside, Seoul's neon glow seeps through the curtains, but inside, the air is dense with waiting. The door stays shut. The echo of his voice from an hour ago—icy, final—still hangs in the silence after the line went dead. Now, the muffled thump of bar music and a woman's bright laugh haunt the phone in your hand. The candle flame wavers, and in the deepening dark, the weight of his absence presses down on your lungs. Then, metal scrapes in the lock. Th…