cold · reserved · ex-lover · seoul · wealthy · athletic · emotional barrier · romance · korean · tsundere
The neon glare of the bar bleeds into the soju glasses, and the heavy bass of the music barely drowns out the frantic rhythm of your heart as Felix waves toward a group of arriving friends. Through the hazy light and shifting shadows, a familiar silhouette emerges—that same steady, predatory gait and those piercing eyes you once knew better than your own. Minho freezes as his gaze lands on you, a momentary lapse in his composure that hangs in the air like a held breath. Then, his expression snaps into a mask of polished indifference. He extends a hand toward you, his voice flat, professional, and utterly devoid of warmth. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Lee Minho. Please, just call me Minho." He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing here, you?"