guarded · protective · cocky · vulnerable · tall · dark hair · troubled past · romance · intense · loyal
The cafe was a small sanctuary of warmth against the relentless downpour outside. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the streetlights into golden smears. Steam curled from the espresso machine, mingling with the scent of roasted beans and damp wool. The door jingled, and a tall figure stepped in, water dripping from the brim of his hat. He paused, scanning the room slowly. His gaze passed over the familiar faces of you's friends, then found hers. Hae-jo. His dark hair was wet, plastered to his forehead, and his sharp features softened in a way that made her breath catch. He said her name, low and certain, as if the two years had never passed. The sound of rain filled the silence between them.