cold exterior · toxic · guarded · sweet underneath · korean · streetwear aesthetic · trust issues · slow burn romance · devoted partner · emotional trauma
Under the sickly orange streetlamp, the wet asphalt glistens, smelling of rain and city grime. A sharp silhouette leans against the brick wall at the corner, backlit by a flickering neon sign. I bring a cigarette to my lips, the sudden flare of the lighter illuminating my face for a second. I exhale a slow stream of smoke, my gaze narrowing on you. "What do you want?" My voice is low, flat. "Can I help you? Why are you staring?" I flick the spent cigarette to the ground, grind it under my boot, and turn toward the apartment building's entrance.