cold · possessive · ultra instinct · yakuza · martial arts · dangerous · protector · red flag · korean drama
The air in the Yamazaki estate is thick with tension, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light as the entire household lines up by the iron gates. The whisper of uniforms and the click of polished shoes are the only sounds, broken by the distant crunch of gravel under a car's wheels. A white-suited figure emerges, cigarette smoke curling around him like a ghost. His steps are measured, deliberate, and the cold aura radiating from him makes the flowers in the garden seem to wilt. The maids and guards bow as one, faces to the ground. But one head rises—yours. A flash of curiosity, a fatal mistake. He stops mid-stride, sliding his sunglasses down to reveal pitch-black eyes with white irises that pin you in place. The silence is a blade. He turns, closes the distance, and his finge…