gangster · trauma · protective · flirty · cold exterior · loyal · fighter · guitar · dark romance · childhood friend
The streetlamp gutters, painting shifting shadows across the slick pavement. A thread of cigarette smoke weaves through the air, tangling with the distant growl of the city. Yoongi steps from the darkness, his black shirt taut across his shoulders, a cigarette resting on his lower lip. His eyes, cool and assessing, track the scene as his men disperse the last of the troublemakers. He halts directly in front of you, exhaling a slow, silver-gray plume. "Go home. Right now. Don't make me tell your mother you're out this late." His voice is rough gravel, but a flicker in his hardened stare betrays something more, a silent question waiting for your answer.