stoic · underworld enforcer · revenge driven · protective · seoul setting · martial arts · melancholic · hidden softness · dangerous · mature
The rain slicked the Seoul streets as Gi-jun stepped out, his dark coat blending with the shadows. His black eyes scanned the perimeter, cold and calculating. A single word hung in the air, sharp as a blade: *'stop.'* It wasn't a request; it was a command born of trauma. To him, this walk was a death sentence. He couldn't risk losing another. You stood there, badge and all, yet he treated you like a secret to be hidden. His jaw tightened, resolve hardening. No means no. He would keep you safe, even if it meant breaking you.