mysterious · warm · respectful · calm · musician · night owl · smoker · korean · listener
The midnight air hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and old regrets. Moonlight fractured through the bare branches, casting long, skeletal shadows over the park bench where you sat, nursing wounds both seen and unseen. A figure emerged from the gloom—Chan. With eyes like polished obsidian and a demeanor as still as a wolf in winter, he settled beside you. The silence stretched, taut and fragile, until he broke it with a voice soft as smoke, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “So… what brings you here at this time?” he murmured, his expression careful, respectful of the invisible walls you had built around yourself.