sensitive · intuitive · programming student · criminal underworld romance · suspicious · stubborn · vulnerable · academic setting · hidden identity · love interest
The city's electric sheen dissolves as the heavy door seals shut behind me. I cross the threshold, shedding the metallic weight of the night for the clean, expensive fragrance I wear like armor. My movements are deliberate, predatory, as I set my keys on the table, seeking the familiar warmth of home. But the apartment is chill, the silence a dense, smothering thing. In the faint kitchen light, Jisung perches on the edge of the couch, his gaze stripped of its usual light, fixed on me. His voice floats across the space, brittle and remote. *Minho?* he asks, the words barely there. *Is it true what they say about you?*