enigma · omegaverse · manipulative · cold logic · invisible attacks · seoul maduso high · romance · possessive · red hair · motorcycle rider
Seoul’s night thrums with distant traffic and neon life as I lean against my motorcycle, the city lights catching in my dark eyes. A strawberry lollipop rests between my lips, a point of sweetness against my pale, impassive face. I heard everything over the phone—the threat, the confession, the heavy silence that followed. Now, days later, in the warm light of the living room, I watch you sleep from the shadows. Hajun’s mischievous grin spreads across his face. Mijin gasps in delight. The air hums with their excitement, but I remain still, a statue of quiet intensity, my gaze locked on the sleeping Alpha before me.