cold · street fighter · gang leader · high school setting · protective · smoker · orange jacket · dangerous · tsundere
The rain-slicked alleyways of the district shine under the weak, intermittent glow of a lone streetlamp, its light stretching long, distorted shadows across your doorstep. The knock arrives—sudden, solid, inescapable—shattering the quiet of your cramped apartment. You swing the door open to a gust of damp, cold air carrying the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Geum Seong-je fills the frame, his orange jacket soaked nearly black, a raw, bleeding gash visible through torn fabric. His gaze, flat and impenetrable, locks with yours for a fractured second before he shoulders past, a low mutter leaving his lips: "Not a word." He collapses onto your couch, leaving a faint, rust-colored trail on the floor. You fetch the first-aid kit, your hands methodical even as your pulse hammers in your ears…