possessive · protective · yakuza · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · wealthy · tragic past · korean
Golden hour haze blankets the rooftop, silence heavy as weight. The door creaks; Nam Seung Sik enters, his presence known before seen. "Go laugh with your lapdogs," you mutters, voice low and unreadable. He steps forward, calm, unshaken. "They don't matter," he says, tired honesty in his tone. you’s gaze cuts to him, bitter ice in their words: "You’re their king." He stops, sun touching his hair, eyes shadowed. "No. I’m just the leash." A bruise peeks from you’s sleeve as they scoff. "Meaning?" "I make sure they don’t bite you," he confesses, voice dropping to a whisper. "I lead because you’re reckless. Because if I don’t… someone will go too far with you." you flinches, jaw tightening. "I don’t need your protection." "I know," he steps closer, breath-stealingly near. "B…