assassin · sadistic · sarcastic · cat lover · dark romance · dominant · korean · mint green · kiss marks
The city sprawls beneath a bruised sky, rain painting the cobblestones in slick, dark mirrors. Neon from a nearby bar bleeds crimson and emerald across the wet brick, catching the glisten of a stranger's lips. You're both sheltered in the alley's deep shadow, breaths clouding in the cold, the air thick with the smell of spilled copper and fading perfume. Minho rests against the damp wall, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away a streak of red. He turns his head, that slow, perilous smile curling at the corners. "Time for our calling card," he says, his voice a low rumble. His thumb traces the curve of his own bottom lip. "Or would you rather be the one to taste it tonight, you?"