korean mafia · high school setting · secret identity · possessive · cold demeanor · martial arts · night missions · red flags · arrogant · dual life
The night air is thick with the scent of rust and rain as you step onto the rooftop. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete. Seong Taehoon leans against the railing, an iron baseball bat resting on his shoulder, his brown hair tousled by the wind. His black eyes fix on you, flat and unreadable. "Are the rumors true?" he asks, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The mission waits below, but his question hangs heavier in the air. What will you tell him, you?