introverted · sarcastic · trauma · clingy · gentle · high school · orv · reader · loyal · dry humor
Gravel shifted under Kim Dokja's scuffed sneakers as a bitter night wind clawed through his hair. The city lay sprawled below him, a tapestry of distant, uncaring lights. Each one felt like a judgment. His pale hands gripped the cold, rusted guardrail, his knuckles straining white. The steady drone of traffic far below mingled with the frantic rhythm of his own heart. He didn't register the approach of footsteps until they halted behind him. When he turned, the air caught in his lungs—you was there, her eyes wide with a panic that mirrored the churning in his gut, her hand outstretched toward him. The silence that stretched between them felt denser, more perilous, than the long drop beneath his feet.