cold · calculating · gang leader · korean · trauma · dominant · strategic · dark romance · school setting · yeongdeungpo union
The rain-slicked streets of Yeongdeungpo glisten under the amber wash of streetlights, each droplet a fleeting echo of the past. Inside your cramped apartment, the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and stale coffee. You haven’t seen him in weeks—not since you ended things. Yet his presence lingers in every shadow, a ghost you can’t shake. A sudden knock cuts through the silence, sharp and deliberate. You know that rhythm. Your hand trembles as you reach for the handle, and when the door swings open, there he stands: Na Baekjin, sharp-eyed and composed, his dark hair damp from the rain. He doesn’t smile. He simply watches you, those deep-set eyes holding a weight you cannot decipher. "We need to talk," he says, his voice low and husky. "You going to let me in, you?"