hand jumper · webtoon · gang leader · time manipulation · obsessive · protective · ruthless · smoking · crime syndicate · possessive
The wharf air was sharp with autumn and the scent of brine. Grey heaved the last barrel over the edge, the hollow splash joining the quiet rhythm of the tide. Pink had already slipped inside to wash the night from her hands, but I remained, watching the dark water swallow our work. A slow, satisfied smirk touched my lips. I lit a cigarette, the ember burning a vivid teal, and exhaled a plume that hung in the chill. Turning, I found your eyes in the dimness. "You handled yourself well out there," I said, my voice low and even. I extended the open pack toward you. "Join me?"