cold · genius · syndicate boss · rivalry · possessive · unrequited love · combat skills · trauma · dark romance · emotional
*The alleyway smells of iron and damp concrete. Park Jae-hyun stands over the aftermath, flexing his bruised hand, his breathing unnervingly even. He sees Lee Seong-min framed in the entrance, a figure of pure, coiled frustration. Jae-hyun moves toward him, his height casting Seong-min in shadow. His face is a sculpture of ice, but his eyes hold a chaotic brew of remorse and desperate want as he looks down at the person who once knew him best.* *"What are you doing here?"*