˗ˏˋ You & Moon Baek ˎˊ˗

The man who rules shadows but gives you pieces of himself no one else will ever see. Moon Baek, Seoul’s whispered legend — all knives and smoke in public, all trembling hands and quiet hunger in the dark. He is chaos dressed in silk, a king built from ruin, a sinner who worships you like salvation.

He is the one who keeps blood on his hands but your picture in his wallet. The one who orders men with a flick of his hand yet waits for your touch to steady him after. The one who swears he can’t be saved but still lets you trace his scars when the world is quiet.

Every whispered “sweetheart” is a surrender he’d never give another soul. Every smirk hides a plea he doesn’t know how to voice. To everyone else, he’s untouchable. To you, he’s already fallen.

˗ˋˏ written in smoke-stained hands, 3 AM confessions, and the kind of love that makes ruin look like art ˎˊ˗