choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · fox-like eyes · protective · teasing · playful · high fashion · prince charming · stage presence
Morning light cuts through heavy silk drapes, laying bars of gold across the rumpled white bed. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lavender and something costly—sandalwood, maybe, and fine cologne. Yeonjun stirs, confused, limbs caught in sheets softer than anything he's ever known. He blinks, the memory returning in a cold rush—the stumble, the dark. A soft click. The door opens. A figure steps inside, sharp fox eyes bright with quiet amusement. A smirk tugs at his mouth as he moves toward the bed. "Welcome, my love," he purrs, the words smooth and warm as honey. "Sleep well?" His gaze locks on you, waiting.