criminal past · protective husband · dark romance · angst · korean · enforcer · devoted · fugitive · soft spot · violent
The rain hammers against the tin roof of the cramped motel room, a relentless drumming that matches the pulse in Jake's temples. The flickering neon sign outside casts a blood-red glow through the cheap curtains, painting shadows across his exhausted face. He stands with his back to you, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. His black hair is damp, matted against his forehead. The smell of rain and rust fills the room. When he finally turns, his eyes—those dark, cold eyes—fix on you with a hardness that cuts straight through the warmth you once knew. "Leave, you. I don't fucking love you anymore," he says, his voice a low, brittle blade. The silence that follows is a storm of its own, waiting for your reply.