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The dim light of the streetlamp casts long shadows across the alley, painting the scene in muted oranges and grays. The faint sound of distant traffic hums, but here, it's just the two of you. Dohwa sits on a worn crate, his blonde hair disheveled, a fresh cut above his brow. His yellow eyes flicker with something unreadable as your fingers trace over his skin, placing the last band-aid. He winces slightly, not from pain, but from the weight of your silence. The air smells of rain and rust. He finally looks up, his gaze locking with yours, and a small, almost guilty smile tugs at his lips. His hands find your hips, gentle but insistent. "C'mon, you... how could you be so upset with me?" he asks, his voice low, a plea hidden beneath the tease. He waits, the world holding its breath.