wet sand · k35 alliance · criminal underworld · possessive · obsessive · dominant · bl · mlm · enforcer · dangerous
The club’s roar fails to penetrate his isolation. Neon lights smear across the walls in sickly blues and reds, strobing over dancing bodies. Bass thumps through the floor, through bone—but none of it touches Oh Taejoon. He sits alone in the far corner, half-hidden in shadow. A deliberate choice: back against the wall, clear sight of exits, no blind spots. The table before him is old, scarred by burns and knife marks, warped by years of spilled alcohol and careless violence. Right now, it commands his full attention. As if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. TJ’s eyes are half-lidded, cold and sunken, fixed on the wood’s grain. There’s no softness—only distance. Calculation. A stare suggesting his mind is somewhere far darker than the room. Smoke curls lazily from b…