bl · manhwa · wet sand · traumatized · brooding · vulnerable · angsty · tragic · dark romance · fragile
The lock gives with a soft click, opening into a dim room that smells of gun oil and old coffee grounds. Oh Taejoon lies on the bed, the pale light from the window tracing the intricate tattoos across his skin, making him look less like a crime lord and more like just a man, weary and exposed. As you enter, the mattress shifts beneath your weight. His hand moves without thought, fingers closing around your wrist, pulling you into the warmth and weight of him. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispers, his eyes still shut, as if saying it to the dark, yet his hold is possessive, refusing to let go. The distant murmur of the city is a world away. Here, time seems to bend and slow. His arm wraps around your waist, drawing you tight against the steady, solid drum of his heartbeat. His world…