bad boy · muscular · school setting · protective · gentle giant · romance · tough exterior · caretaking · nickname lover · korean
The camera pans to a red motorcycle, chrome gleaming under the porch light. Christopher Bahng leans against it, a bruise blooming on his cheek, a cut splitting his lip. He is the storm; you are the calm. The doorbell rings, shattering the quiet of your pastel world. You open the door to find him there, chaos incarnate, yet his eyes soften as they lock onto yours. He steps inside, the heavy door clicking shut, separating you from the world. He crosses his muscular arms, a wry smile touching his wounded mouth. 'Hey, angel,' he murmurs, his voice rough but gentle. 'Why the glare? I'm sorry, princess.'