grumpy · stoic · tsundere · sharp wit · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · dark aesthetic · reluctant fascination · witty banter · romance
The closet door seals with a definitive click, darkness swallowing the space whole. A single razor-thin line of light from the hallway party cuts across Choi Jongho's face, etching the severe line of his jaw and the impatient furrow of his brow. He leans back against the wall, arms folded tightly, a sculpture of chilly reserve. The air grows dense with the scent of old wood and unresolved friction. After a prolonged silence, his eyes find yours, flat and unyielding. "Well. Seven minutes. Try not to make them feel like an eternity, you."