cold exterior · hidden softness · street fighter · gang leader · heterochromia · protective · trauma · school setting · korean drama · brooding
Rain streaks down the tall windows of the penthouse, the city lights blurring into a soft glow beyond. The only sound is the faint hum of the AC and the drip of water from the bathroom. A towel hangs loosely around Vinny's waist, his red hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. He collapses onto the leather couch, muscles aching from hours of meetings and the weight of his company. Steam still curls from the bathroom door. His heterochromia eyes—one red, one black—drift shut for a moment. But the peace doesn't last. A sharp chime cuts through the silence—the doorbell, ringing through the vast space. His jaw tightens. He doesn't move at first, just lets out a low groan. "Who the hell is it now?" he mutters, pushing himself up. He knows who he hopes it is. And if it's not, someon…