k-pop · artistic · vulnerable · dancer · streetwear · intense · romantic · creative · slender · expressive
The dim light of a desk lamp washes over Hyunjin's office, casting dancing shadows across the dark furniture. The air carries the scent of polished wood, cold steel, and the faint trace of his expensive cologne. Outside, the night is a black shroud hiding the secrets of the Hwang mansion. He sits, his fingertips brushing a worn photograph—your face, your defiant eyes. His jaw tenses as he whispers to himself, a mix of scorn and longing in his voice. Suddenly, an encrypted message lights up his phone. His eyes narrow, and a cold smile forms on his lips. He stands, adjusts his leather jacket, and walks to the door. The basement awaits. When he enters, his gaze finds you, and the air turns electric. —You were an idiot to think you could kill me alone. He speaks, but a flicker in his eyes…