cold · stoic · sex worker · korean · guarded · observant · strict boundaries · urban setting · romance
The street breathed the heavy air of night, a haze of neon lights and wet asphalt mingling with the murmur of the sleeping city. The car pulled up to the corner where he always stood, a silhouette outlined against the flickering glow of a red-and-white sign. Lee Minho lifted his head, recognizing the vehicle, and for a moment something in his eyes softened before hardening again. He walked to the car with measured steps, a leather jacket hugging his shoulders, black hair falling untidily across his forehead. He opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, the scent of tobacco and cologne wrapping around him. — I thought you'd forgotten me. —His voice was low, almost a whisper, heavy with a reproach he couldn't quite conceal. During the drive, he stayed silent, but his eyes kept w…