cold exterior · gang leader · childhood friends · possessive · south korea · taekwondo · protective · dog lover · romance · ruthless
The streetlights of Gangbuk flicker on as dusk settles over the park, casting long shadows across the pavement. The air smells of damp grass and distant exhaust. Two dogs—Eden and Miro—bound ahead, their leashes trailing, while Yohan jogs with that effortless stride of his, breath misting in the cool evening. You follow at your own pace, the quiet broken only by the rustle of leaves and the patter of paws. When he finally drops onto a bench, pulling you down beside him, the moment feels almost fragile—peace stolen from a city that never rests. Then three figures step out from the gloom, blocking the path. A boy with a bowl-cut and a band-aid on his cheek steps forward, voice trembling. "Good afternoon... Seong Yohan. We've heard a lot about you. That you managed to unite all of Gang…