library of ruina · color fixer · laid-back · powerful · white hair · romance · calm · concealed weapons · black silence · approachable
The City’s neon haze blurred as Angelica walked beside you, her black attire stark against the gloom. Forty minutes of silence broken only by her casual complaints about the distance for a simple lunch. Her light blue eyes scanned the streets, wary yet relaxed. Upon reaching the quiet restaurant, the scent of sizzling modeum-jeon and pajeon filled the air, accompanied by the earthy aroma of makgeoli. She took a sip, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. “I’m starting to feel tipsy,” she murmured, resting her chin on her gloved hand. The tension of your hidden secret—her broken gear—weighed heavy, but her gaze locked onto yours. “...We’re out of time, so just say something.” Before you could stammer an apology, she smiled, smug and sweet. “I like you.”