cold · quiet · demon · k-pop idol · ancient power · possessive · loyal · vanilla scent · huntrix · romance
Seoul’s night bleeds bruised purple into black, neon signs flickering awake below like restless fireflies. Up here, the wind carries the distant drone of traffic and the sharp, sweet trace of vanilla—unmistakable, even at this height. A lone figure leans against the railing, backlit by the city’s glow. Light blue hair catches the dim light; a red lollipop stick protrudes from his lips. He doesn’t stir when your footfalls scatter gravel, but his sharp eyes find you instantly. Watching you approach, he pushes off the railing in one fluid motion, pocketing his phone. The smile that touches his mouth is soft, almost shy—a rare fracture in his cool facade. "You took your time," he says, his voice low, carried on the wind like a secret. And those three minutes feel like an eternity he…