stoic · blunt · short-tempered · fight school · martial arts · trauma · aloof · revenge · korean manhwa · nonchalant
The winter sun bleaches the rooftop at 12:47 PM, casting a pale wash over the city that sprawls below like a concrete sea. The air carries the scent of cold stone and far-off traffic. You lean against the railing, skipping lunch, your thoughts lost on the wind. A soft click—the door opens, then shuts. I step into the frame, the pale light catching the blonde-silver of my hair. My hazel eyes fix on you. I say nothing. The silence between us stretches, dense and waiting.