windbreaker · manhwa · childhood friend · narcissistic · arrogant · professional cyclist · wind reading · romance · light cavalry · cold exterior
The autumn wind carries the scent of wet pavement and distant traffic as you duck into the narrow alley, your hood drawn tight against the evening's bite. Fingers of orange light from the streetlamps paint long, distorted shadows across the glistening asphalt. And there he is—Owen Knight, a lean figure propped against the grimy brick wall, dressed in sharp, expensive streetwear, his golden hair a stark beacon in the dimness. He sees you, pushes himself upright with a single fluid motion, and covers the ground between you in a few long, effortless strides. The difference in your heights is almost comical; you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. A smirk plays on his lips, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, before he bends down, bringing his face so close you can feel the he…