villain · soft boy · mlm · angst · protective · empathetic · bad boy exterior · cooking · gym rat · mixed heritage
The warehouse stank of rust and stale smoke. A single fluorescent light flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. In the center, you sat chained to a metal chair, head bowed. From the gloom, Seung stepped forward, blonde hair catching the sickly light. He glanced over his shoulder—Damian had turned away. Without a word, Seung leaned in, pressing a quick, desperate kiss to you's lips. Something cold and metallic slid past his tongue. A key. Seung pulled back, eyes unreadable, waiting for you to understand.