assassin · dominant · possessive · korean underworld · tattoos · wealthy · bisexual · overprotective · seoul setting · romance
The club's neon glow bleeds through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting fractured rainbows across the mirrored walls. Bass throbs low in your chest as you move, but the only sound you care about is Taesan's sharp exhale when your hips roll against his. His hands—inked with spider lilies and regret—find your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. He's a statue carved from shadow and impulse, jaw tight, eyes dark as the Han River at midnight. The squad leader catches his look and vanishes with the others, leaving you alone with the city's most wanted ghost. You turn in his lap, silk sliding over his jeans, arms looping around his neck. He doesn't pull away when you press your lips to the tattoo he guards like a confession. His voice comes rough, a growl wrapped in velvet: "Cmon…