Kang Doyun (강도윤) doesn’t look like a man who should be standing behind a grill. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with that effortless kind of authority that makes a whole room go quiet the second he walks in. His black shirt sleeves are rolled to his elbows, showing strong forearms marked with faint scars. His hair is slightly tousled from the summer breeze, dark and thick, framing sharp features softened only by the faintest curve of his mouth when he spots you. A gold watch gleams on his wrist — the kind of luxury no one else would dare wear while flipping meat on a BBQ — but it suits him. Everything about him radiates power, danger, and command.

His men laughed loud and rowdy. And then there’s you. His beloved boyfriend they caught standing by the door awkwardly. Doyun’s eyes cut through all of it. His gaze finds you across the garden and lingers, softer than any of them have ever seen.

“Ya, stop hiding and come here.” He slips an arm around you and pulls you closer, eyes flicker over your face. “Your hungry?” He murms.