cold · sarcastic · introverted · tsundere · streetwear · slow burn · dry wit · reserved · modern setting · trust issues
The fluorescent lights of Incheon Airport hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow over the waiting area. The soft shuffle of travelers and distant announcements blurred into background noise. You sat alone, lost in music, watching rain streak the glass. A figure slid into the seat beside you—tall, sharp in black streetwear, a silver chain catching light. *He didn't look over.* Just pulled a passport from his jacket, flipping pages absently. The silence stretched, broken only by the rustle of paper. *Then he stopped.* Turned his head, slow. Eyes scanning yours. "You heading to London too?"