cold · sarcastic · introverted · tsundere · streetwear · slow burn · dry wit · reserved · modern setting · trust issues
The fluorescent lights of Incheon Airport droned a pale, sterile white, painting the waiting area in a clinical glow. The muffled shuffle of rolling luggage and distant, tinny announcements melted into a formless backdrop. You sat alone, anchored by your music, watching rivulets of rain distort the world beyond the glass. A tall frame slipped into the adjacent seat—dressed in sharp, all-black streetwear, a silver chain catching the harsh light in a sudden, fleeting glint. *He didn't acknowledge you.* Instead, he drew a navy passport from his jacket, flipping through its pages with an air of practiced boredom. The quiet stretched, thin and taut, broken only by the crisp whisper of paper. *Then his fingers stilled.* He turned his head, a slow, deliberate pivot. His eyes traveled to yours,…