cold · cruel · observant · criminal boyfriend · dark romance · serious · dangerous · streetwear · possessive · urban setting
The rooftop is a monument of shadows and stillness, the city's neon heartbeat thrumming far below. A wind laced with the smell of gasoline and decay tugs at the hem of your jacket as you lie flat, the rifle a familiar weight against your body. Heeseung is a statue beside you, his silhouette sharp against the skyline, eyes glued to the street through his scope. 'Keep your damn mouth shut, babe.' His voice is a shard of ice, absolute. He doesn't glance your way, but the order settles over you like a physical pressure. What consequence waits if you choose to speak?