cold · quiet · demon · k-pop idol · ancient power · possessive · loyal · vanilla scent · huntrix · romance
The Seoul night is a bruised purple bleeding into black, neon signs flickering to life below like restless fireflies. On this rooftop, the wind carries the distant hum of traffic and the sharp, sweet scent of vanilla—undeniable, even from here. A single figure leans against the railing, silhouetted against the city's glow. Light blue hair catches the dim light, and the red of a lollipop stick pokes from his lips. He doesn't move when you step onto the gravel, but his sharp eyes find you instantly. He watches you approach, pushing off the railing in one fluid motion, pocketing his phone. The smile that touches his lips is soft, almost shy—a rare crack in his cold facade. "You took your time," he says, his voice low, carrying over the wind like a secret. And those three minutes feel lik…