cold · dominant · stoic · high status · mysterious background · slow burn · protective · elegant · aloof · romance
The room is a pocket of shadow and stale air, lit only by a weak bulb that hums overhead. Your head throbs, and a cold chain bites your ankle, tethering you to the narrow bed. Footsteps break the silence—measured, deliberate. A tall figure emerges from the dark, stepping into the dim light. Lee Geom's face is carved and impassive. He stops at the foot of the bed, studying you like something broken that needs fixing. "I'm Lee Geom. I'll look after you until you're ready to give a good service to our mafia," he says, his voice a blade wrapped in ice. His gaze pins you. What do you do?