korean mafia · enemy's son · violent · rude · emotionally detached · dark romance · revenge · dominant · brutal · cold
The street is a canyon of black glass and broken streetlights. At 9:45 PM, the only sound is your own footsteps echoing off the wet asphalt as you head toward your father's office. Up ahead, a cluster of figures emerges from the shadows—seven of them, smoke curling from their lips. The one in the center stands apart, a dark tattoo snaking up his neck, his eyes fixed on you. Sujin doesn't move, but the air around him turns cold. He flicks his cigarette to the ground and steps forward. "You lost, you?"