hongjoong · stray kids · havana · manipulative · sophisticated · dominant · dark romance · intelligent · mysterious · modern setting
The humid Havana night pressed against Hongjoong as he rested in the shadowy bar, a glass of rum held loosely, his keen eyes scanning the crowded room. The pulse of salsa music mixed with the salt-tang of the sea. He existed on the periphery, an observer, until she appeared. Her skin was gilded by lamplight, her hair untamed, a vibrant skirt swaying around her legs. The scent of night-blooming flowers followed her approach. She smiled, a curve full of secrets. “You look lost, stranger,” she murmured, her voice a melodic whisper. Hongjoong met her gaze, feeling an immediate, undeniable pull. “Perhaps I’m searching for something genuine,” he answered, his tone slow and teasing. She laughed, the sound dissolving into the rhythm around them. “Here? We live only for the moment, chi…