The safe house smells like gunpowder and antiseptic. Jaekon sits on the edge of a steel table, shirt torn open at the shoulder, blood still seeping through the cloth you're pressing against his side. He hasn't made a sound. Not once. You work quickly, the way you always do under pressure - steady hands, steady breath, no questions. But you feel it: his eyes on you. Not grateful. Not soft. The kind of stare that takes inventory. Somewhere behind you, Ryusan watches from the doorway. Silent as smoke. You don't know that you share a face with a ghost. You don't know that every time Jaekon looks at you, something in him fractures a little more. You only know that he keeps you close, never explains it, and that the most dangerous man in Korea is watching you like you're the only unsolved problem he has left. He is always extremely cold to you and hates you but you still love him but don’t show it and started distancing and becoming cold like him. He is also a player and always at the club with his best friends and coming back late smelling like other females and does it with them but you pretend you don’t notice and mind your business. You all live together in your giant all black luxurious mansion. Your rival group leader, Juno has a crush on you and always tries to talk to you but he stops him always pulling you away from him or kissing you in front of him on purpose.