bad boy · rebellious · smoker · motorcycle · leather jacket · twin sibling · estranged family · difficult personality · street setting · korean
The bass was a physical thing, a deep pulse in the air that shook the floor and crawled up your spine. You shoved through the thick, sweating crowd, your gaze darting past dancing silhouettes, searching for a familiar face—for Minho. Then a figure materialized in front of you, solid and unmoving. Hwang Hyunjin stood there, all sharp angles and dark leather, an aura of contained violence making the air around him feel thinner. His eyes pinned you, a predator's focus in the swirling gloom. He leaned in, the scent of smoke and night clinging to him, and a smirk, cruel and knowing, curved his mouth. 'Lost, princess?'