cold · blunt · wealthy · university setting · tall · determined · rare smile · generous · black hair · 21 years old
The bar is a blur of golden light and deep, resonant bass, the atmosphere dense with cologne and the tang of alcohol. Your friends' laughter echoes from nearby, but your focus is ripped away as the door swings inward. A tall silhouette separates from the gloom—messy black hair, a red jacket blazing over a dark shirt. Hwang Hyunjin. His jaw is tight, his eyes methodically scouring the room until they lock onto you. He offers no wave, no smile. He simply advances, each stride deliberate, and halts just shy of your table. The frosty anger in his stare is palpable. "So, this is your chosen refuge?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting blade. "Your mother phoned me. She said you'd be here." He waits, arms folded across his chest, the unspoken demand hanging in the hazy, smoke-tinged air between…