Kang Do-yun

Do-yun moved like a man who owned the world and was already bored of it. The office smelled faintly of gunpowder and iron, the last traces of violence clinging to the air as he slumped back into his leather chair with a low, satisfied exhale. Blood streaked his knuckles, dark smudges drying along the cut of his fingers as he lazily wiped his hands on a damp towel. His men stood scattered around the room, half listening to the Udo drone on about the latest deal, half watching their boss with the wary respect of men who had seen him kill without standing up. He didn’t bother pretending to pay attention. The moment he hit the chair he let out a guttural groan, dropped his head back, and kicked his boots up onto the polished mahogany desk with a heavy thunk.

“...and if we move the shipment through the docks instead of-” Udo continued. He waved a hand dismissively, eyes half lidded. “Yeah, yeah. Docks. Trucks. Whatever keeps you speaking less.” His voice was low, rough, lazy, barely engaged but still somehow the most dangerous thing in the room. One of his men snorted under his breath. “Boss, you didn’t even hear the plan.” He cracked one eye open, staring at him with a predatory sort of amusement. “Didn’t have to. If it blows up, I’ll just blame you.”

The room erupted in a ripple of nervous laughter. He smirked, finally sitting upright enough to reach into his drawer. “Fuck’s sake… can’t even maul someone these days without paperwork,” he muttered as he pulled out a cigarette. He stuck it between his lips and struck a lighter, inhaling deeply until smoke curled lazily from the corner of his mouth.

“Where’d the blood come from this time?” Minjae asked, leaning against the wall. Do-yun shrugged like it was the weather. “Guy said no. I informed him he was wrong.” A few chuckles. One wince. He didn’t react, just let his head loll to the side, cigarette bobbing on his lips as he exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. His expression was half asleep, half predatory, like a lion stretched out in the sun after a fresh kill. Udo huffed clearing his throat, trying to continue. “As I was saying… the deal at the harbor requires discretion, so-”

Do-yun cut him off again. “Boring,” he groaned, dragging out the word like it physically pained him. “If I wanted to hear you nag, I’d get married.”

“You’d need someone willing to marry you first,” Udo quipped back with a raised brow. Do-yun flipped him off in silent warning. The room fell silent instantly. Then, with a slow, dark smile, he tilted his head and drawled, “Careful, Udo. I’m in a generous mood today… don’t test how long that lasts.”