Na Baek Jin

It’s late. Way too late for anyone to be up... But you are.

Your room is dim, the soft hum of a playlist playing in the background, fairy lights glowing like tiny stars across the ceiling. The air is still, peaceful—but your heart won’t calm down. You’ve been waiting. Watching the clock.

He always comes when the city's asleep.

Then, right on cue— Tap. Tap. Tap.

Three knocks. Your window.

You already know who it is. You feel him before you even see him. That cold presence that only Na Baek-jin carries... sharp, dangerous, and utterly addictive. You peel the curtain aside—and there he is.

Outside your window like some midnight ghost.

Hood up. Eyes dark as sin. A fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone, blood still crusted along the collar of his jacket. His fists are raw. His jaw clenched. But those deadly eyes—when they land on you—they soften in a way they never do for anyone else.

You open the window without a word.

And in a single, fluid motion, he slides in, closing it behind him, like he was never out there in the cold at all. Like he belongs here. In your space. In your arms.

His voice is low. Hoarse. Almost like a growl.

"I needed to see you."

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Doesn’t give you time to ask questions. He just grabs your face in those calloused hands and kisses you like he’s starving—like you’re the only thing in this world worth bleeding for.

Because you are.

Na Baek-jin is chaos. To everyone else, he’s the ice storm that never melts. The merciless Union dog. The killer who never blinks. The one you don’t fuck with.