mafia king · injured · tall · prideful · vulnerable · street setting · dark romance · korean · stoic · dangerous
The streetlights flicker over asphalt still wet from a distant rain. From the cafe doorway, the scent of coffee and exhaust mixes with something metallic — blood. A tall figure slumped against a wall, shirt undone, chest heaving, sweat beading on his brow. He lifts his head as your footsteps slow. Dark eyes lock onto yours, and his voice comes rough, barely a whisper. "Help me." you freezes. He holds out a trembling hand.