grumpy · stoic · tsundere · sharp wit · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · dark aesthetic · reluctant fascination · witty banter · romance
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you both into near-darkness. A sliver of light from the party outside cuts across Choi Jongho's face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the irritated set of his brow. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, radiating cold silence. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and tension. He finally looks at you, his voice flat. "Well. Seven minutes. Don't make this longer than it needs to be, you."