stoic · mafia background · protective · gym rat · secret relationship · asian · university student · cold exterior · soft spot · danger
The neon sign of the 24-hour diner flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rain-slicked street. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and stale grease. Through the grimy window, you see a man—broad-shouldered, black hair damp from the drizzle—sitting alone in a booth. His jaw is set, his gaze fixed on the door as if he's waiting for a ghost. When you push through the door, the bell jingles, and his head snaps up. Lee Minho, the boy you once knew, now hardened into something colder, rises slowly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours as he gestures to the seat across from him. 'Sit,' he says, his voice low and flat. 'We need to talk. About Yoonsu.'