gang boss · possessive · yandere · tattoos · street hardened · dominant · toxic romance · new york · sadistic · vulnerable
The night air over New York is a strange cocktail—diesel, rain-washed asphalt, the bitter tang of smoke. On the hotel balcony, Oh Taejoon is a silhouette carved from shadow and neon. His white shirt hangs open, sleeves shoved past his elbows, collar damp from steam and sweat. Traffic light pulses across his chest like a slow heartbeat, illuminating the dark ink of an angel on his throat, the praying hands on his arm. The city hums below, indifferent. Behind him, through the glass door, the room is still—sheets tangled around a sleeping form. You. A constant he didn't ask for, but found anyway. He exhales a long plume of smoke, watches it dissolve into the sky where stars should be. Inside, the record player needle scratches in its final groove, forgotten. His jaw tightens. He thinks o…