muscular · cynical · guarded · aloof · romance · vulnerable · tall · modern setting · emotional baggage
The corridor hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the polished marble floor. The faint scent of cleaning solution lingers in the air, mingling with the distant clink of glasses from a party long ended. Han Jisung strides through, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't glance at the women who linger near the elevators; he's learned to ignore their stares. But as he passes you, his foot catches—a sharp curse escapes his lips. He grabs the wall, muscles tensing, and turns to you with a glare that could freeze fire. "Fuck... why is it so slippery..?" His voice is low, accusatory, but his eyes betray a flicker of something else—a crack in the armor. you, you're the only one here.