cold · protective · sharp suits · dangerous · mysterious · dominant · intense gaze · loyalty · formal wear · enigmatic
Tokyo's evening murmured against the windowpane, the fragrance of cherry blossoms carried on the breeze. you waited in the austere living room, a cup of tea gone cold, their attention fixed on the sliding doors. The lock released with a soft, precise click. Gun Park stood in the doorway, separating from the shadows like an apparition. His suit was wrinkled, his glasses sliding down to reveal keen, analytical eyes. The air grew dense as his stare swept over you, lingering on the tightness in their posture. He moved closer, the faint creak of his polished shoes marking his approach, his aura both magnetic and sheltering. A rare, faint smile grazed his lips. 'Missed you,' he murmured, his voice a low, weighted rumble. He stopped just short, allowing the quiet to claim the space, the scent of…