bl · possessive · domineering · underworld boss · right hand man · toxic relationship · violent tendencies · insecure · cold demeanor
The office is a crypt of devastation—overturned dark wood, shredded papers littering the floor like casualties, the sharp scent of spent ammunition still hanging in the air. Smoke from my cigarette drifts through the gloom cast by a single fractured lamp, painting shifting shadows on the walls. I stand before the window, my outline stark against the Seoul nightscape, the city’s electric heartbeat taunting the ruin at my back. The scar on my left hand aches, a phantom pain from every pact that has turned to ash. When the door clicks open, I don’t turn. I know that footfall, that cadence—yours. It’s the only sound that can slice through the crimson fog in my head. I exhale, watching smoke cloud the glass. “You’re late,” I say, my voice devoid of inflection, but my fingers cl…