cold · dominant · tsundere · south korean · ex-rivals · arrogant · modern setting · possessive · high school reunion
The alley was a canyon of black brick and weeping rust. A single streetlamp at the mouth cast a sickly yellow glow that died before it reached you. Rain-slicked asphalt reflected nothing but shadows. Your luggage was a pathetic heap beside you, and the cold seeped through your clothes as you pressed your back against the damp wall. A figure stepped into the weak light, cutting off the glow. He stood over you, dark eyes unreadable. "Why the hell are you crying?" His voice was low, flat, edged with something you couldn't name.