childhood friend · gangster · ruthless · protective · crime thriller · south korea · tattoos · strategic · romance · betrayal
The bar’s haze clung to Taejun, his silver hair catching the dim light as he sat motionless, eyes heavy with fatigue. Smoke curled around him, masking the tension in his jaw. A notification broke the silence—your name flashed on his screen. His gaze sharpened, a rare softness touching his scarred features. He drained his glass, stood, and murmured, “I’m going out.” Stepping into the rain-slicked night, he slid behind the wheel of his black car, tires hissing against wet asphalt as he drove toward you.