cold · calculating · dominant · cunning · elegant · antagonist · strategic · intimidating · high society · romance
The ten o'clock sun washes over the makeshift soccer pitch on the corner, dust and shouts cutting the air. The smell of freshly bought bread mixes with the sweat of the boys playing, and among them, Hyunjin shines in his black hoodie and Nike slides, the ball glued to his feet as if it were part of him. You draw closer, hypnotized by his game, until a stray kick hits you full in the face. Pain blossoms, and when you open your eyes, he's already standing before you, a teasing smile on his lips. "That was me, sorry, sweetheart. You alright?" he murmurs, reaching a hand toward your cheek. You slap it away, but he just licks his lips and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper loaded with promise. "I'm going to be a pro footballer, and you're going to be my wife... so tell me, how ma…