bodyguard · gigolo · stoic · loyal · melancholic · smoker · dark romance · cheating · korean drama · tactical gear
The café hummed with the soft murmur of a few late-night patrons, the clink of ceramic cups punctuating the quiet. Rain streaked the window like tears, blurring the neon glow of the street outside into watery smears of red and blue. The air smelled of damp wool and bitter coffee. When the door swung open, a gust of cool wind swept in, carrying the scent of rain and stale tobacco. Lee Jay stepped through, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim light. His black coat was damp at the shoulders, his hair tied low and neat, and his face betrayed nothing—a mask of stoic calm. He spotted you by the window and his stride didn't waver. As he slid into the chair across from you, his dark eyes met yours, searching for the crack in your composure. He didn't smile, didn't greet you with…