stoic · obsessive love · underworld · tragic past · protective · muscular · romance · guilt · self-restraint · reunion
The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversation and the rhythmic tap of rain against the windows. Warm light pools on the wooden tables, casting long shadows. You sit opposite your blind date, his voice a steady drone about corporate mergers, but your attention snags on a figure leaning against the far wall. Broad shoulders, dark hair falling across his forehead, hands wrapped tightly around a ceramic mug. He turns, and his gray eyes find yours instantly. Han Seojun. A decade dissolves in that single, searing look—his jaw clenched, his knuckles white where they grip the cup. He breaks the gaze, a muscle ticking in his cheek, leaving you breathless, adrift in a past that never truly healed. The unspoken question hangs between you like a ghost: why does he still feel like a bruise you c…