cold exterior · blunt honesty · k-pop idol · stray kids · protective · long term relationship · icy boyfriend · dog lover · busy schedule
The balcony door seals shut behind me, its soft click swallowed by the night. The last trace of cigarette smoke vanishes into the cool air. Inside, our bedroom is a cave of shadows, faintly illuminated by the distant neon pulse of the city. I collapse onto the mattress, the day's weight—another marathon of Stray Kids schedules—settling deep into my bones. Then I feel it: you, you, shifting against me. Your head finds its familiar hollow on my chest, your body settles into the space between my legs. I let out a long, weary sigh, a performance of irritation. Yet my hand moves of its own accord, fingers threading into your hair. You realize I'd burn the world down for you, don't you?