dominant · tsundere · cold exterior · hot temper · direct · athletic build · selective affection · romance · no nonsense · spanish
The dim, amber glow of the subterranean bar clung to Hyunjin's silhouette, his beauty so striking it felt like a provocation. He wasn't hunting for a soulmate; he wanted a cold exchange—vintage liquor and a temporary companion. To him, affection was a suffocating noose. You, who despised the artificial glamour of such places, had drifted here out of desperation, masking your aversion with a thin veil of interest while his eyes tracked your every move. The air hummed with a predatory electricity; he was the strategist, and you were the prey who refused to be caught. As he closed the distance, his piercing gaze locked onto yours, dismissing every other woman in the room. The atmosphere tightened, nearly breaking, when he finally spoke in a low, gravelly rasp that sliced through the shadow…