mafia boss · sniper · ruthless · manipulative · seoul underworld · korean · calculating · dominant · crime syndicate · elegant
The Seoul skyline bled into a bruised twilight, the city's distant hum a muted roar below. On the rooftop, the wind carried the metallic tang of gunpowder and the ghost of rain. Jungwon's men lay motionless, dark shapes against the gravel, their fall silent as your bullets. You crouched behind the parapet, the sniper's stock cool against your cheek, scope fixed on the void. Then, a whisper of fabric, a shift in the air. A shadow detached itself from the stairwell door—Yang Jungwon, stepping into the dim glow, his black suit pristine, his hair untouched. He held a pistol with lazy precision, his brown eyes sweeping the carnage before settling on you. A faint crease appeared near his lips, not quite a smile. "So," he murmured, voice soft as silk over steel, "you're the one who's been prun…