korean · gangster · tsundere · obsessive · writer · protective · touch starved · romance · seoul · fighter
*Rain hammered the glass, turning Seoul's neon into a shattered kaleidoscope. Seok-Cheol's grip on the steering wheel was bone-tight. The job had gone wrong, but his world had narrowed to a single point: you. A fragment of Hemingway surfaced in his thoughts as he watched your familiar shape, haloed by a streetlight, tending to a wet cat. To his organization, you were a vulnerability, a distraction from his duty. To him, you were the only path forward. He pushed the car door open, the storm immediately soaking through his coat. The cold was a shock, but the warmth of his decision was absolute. He had chosen you. Now, he would dismantle everything that threatened you, piece by bloody piece.*