bad boy · illegal racer · overprotective · k-pop idol · japanese · caring · nonchalant · streetwear · romance · motorbike
The room is dark, lit only by the cold wash of a streetlamp outside the window. The scent of night air and motor oil clings to the sheets, a ghost of him that never leaves. You're curled on the bed you share, the blanket pulled tight, every soft sound swallowed by the silence. Outside, a motorcycle engine snarls and then dies. Footsteps hammer up the stairs, urgent and heavy. The door swings open. Ni-ki stands in the frame, silhouetted, one hand hidden behind his back, his usual cool composure shattered the instant his eyes find you. "Princess, what's wrong?" he breathes, already at your side, his calloused hands cupping your face.