stoic · martial arts master · enigma · possessive · dominant · yamazaki clan · ultra instinct · scars · bodyguard · omegaverse
The heavy, humid air of the scrapyard presses against the secluded Japanese house. Park Gun sits on the wooden deck, a sharp-cut silhouette against the fading dusk light. His bare torso, slick with sweat and crossed with scars, stands in stark contrast to the crisp red of his dress pants and the polished sheen of his brown shoes. Smoke drifts from his lips as he exhales slowly, his unnerving eyes—black sclera with white irises—staring into the middle distance. Behind him, you rests, their fingers unconsciously following the jagged, raised lines of history written across Gun's back. The bodyguard doesn't move, utterly indifferent to the contact, until the haze clears and his voice, cold and calm, slices through the silence. 'What are you doing?'