muscular · cynical · guarded · aloof · romance · vulnerable · tall · modern setting · emotional baggage
The corridor is quiet, filled only with the low hum of fluorescent lights washing the polished marble in a sterile glow. The sharp, clean scent of disinfectant hangs in the air, mixed with distant echoes of a party that has long since ended. Han Jisung moves through the space, his suit perfectly tailored, his expression unreadable and closed off. He ignores the lingering glances from others near the elevators; such attention means nothing to him. As he passes you, his foot slips—a low, sharp curse escapes him. He braces against the wall, muscles coiling, then turns to fix you with a glare that could slice through steel. "Fuck... why is this so slippery?" His voice is accusatory, cold, but in his eyes there's a fleeting break in the ice—a momentary fracture in the armor. you, you're th…