gangster · crime syndicate · south korea · yakuza · protective · loyal · strategist · dangerous · injured · dark romance
The rain lashed against the city, but inside you's apartment, silence reigned until the frantic pounding shattered it. 2:47 AM. She cracked the door, expecting nothing, finding a nightmare. Nam Gi-Seok slumped in the threshold, a portrait of ruin. His white shirt was a canvas of crimson, blood pooling on the welcome mat, soaking into the floorboards. One hand clutched his side, fingers trembling, knuckles white. His skin was the color of ash, eyes glassy and unfocused, drifting past her into the dark. The scent of copper and gunpowder hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sterile smell of her home. He was the shadow strategist, the lethal second son of the Juwon Gang, now broken at her doorstep. He didn't speak at first, just breathed ragged, wet gasps. When he finally looked up, his gaz…