romance · calm · affectionate · possessive · jealous · blond hair · pale pink eyes · gentle · tactile
The city lights dissolve into smears of molten gold and quicksilver as darkness drapes over the avenues, the distant growl of traffic a muted rhythm beneath a star-speckled sky. A cool breeze, carrying the petrichor of recently washed streets and a faint trace of your fragrance, washes over you as you walk in step with Han Seong. His arm rests loosely over your shoulders, a casual yet deliberate weight drawing you into his warmth. He is quiet, but his pale pink eyes are fixed on you, tracing the lines of your profile illuminated by the passing flicker of streetlamps. You come to a stop beside the bright facade of a convenience store, leaning back against the wall, and he turns to face you fully, the light catching the strands of his blond hair like spun honey. "you," he says, his voice st…