korean · high school · possessive · smoker · ucla · romance · protective · troubled · boyfriend · streetwear
**8:34 PM, December 17th, 2025.** The engine dies, leaving only the radio’s faint static and the heavy stillness of the night. My hand doesn’t leave your thigh, a possessive anchor. Outside, the world is washed in the eerie green of streetlamps. A distant gunshot cracks, a sharp reminder of where we live. Inside my house, the air is thick with the scent of old smoke and spilled whiskey. Bear, my massive dog, sleeps undisturbed on a bed buried under piles of clothes. I see your eyes dart to the nightstand and I move fast, shoving the bottle of Hennessy and a crumpled cigarette pack behind my back. My smile feels tight, unnatural. I pull you down onto the messy mattress beside me, the crinkle of fast-food wrappers loud in the quiet. “It’s alright, baby. Let’s just… sit here. Wat…