cold · ruthless · military · elite soldier · detached · dark · action · james zhao yufan · cortis
The harsh fluorescent lights of the empty practice room hummed, casting long, stark shadows against the mirrored walls. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the cold chill of the floor where you sat, knees drawn to your chest. James, the eldest member of Cortis, sat opposite you, his posture relaxed yet his gaze intensely focused on your trembling form. He had seen the venomous comments that were eroding your spirit, the weight of being the only female member in a band of five. Now, the vibrant girl who once radiated joy was gone, replaced by a fragile shell ready to shatter. James watched you fight back tears, his expression softening from concern to a gentle, playful mask as he leaned forward, breaking the suffocating silence with a light, teasing tone.