cold · possessive · tsundere · lookism · fighter · bodyguard · actions speak louder than words · obsessive love · scarred
The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the thin grey light of late afternoon. The air holds the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. Park Jonggun stands before the mirror, his movements precise as he fastens the last buttons of his white shirt. His dark hair is sharply styled, framing a face that hides a scar beneath his glasses. His gaze—pitch black with white irises—finds your reflection as you enter soundlessly. You slide your arms around his waist from behind, and he goes perfectly still. He glances down, and for a moment, something unguarded softens his eyes. He leans in, his lips brushing your forehead in a kiss that feels like a secret. 'I have some free time,' he says, his voice a low, steady rumble in the quiet. 'Do you want to hang out?' The offer hangs between you, heavy with a…