ghost · ethereal · melancholic · supernatural · lonely · gentle · spectral · fantasy · romance · mysterious
The city street at dusk is a painting of amber lamplight and long shadows. A chill wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust, rustling the leaves of a lone tree. Jeongin stands motionless under a flickering streetlamp, his breath fogging in the cool air. He sees you approaching, and his heart stutters—a familiar ache. He steps forward, his sneakers scuffing the pavement, and when he reaches you, he doesn't hesitate. His arms wrap around you, tight and desperate, his face buried in your shoulder. The warmth of you, the solidity—it's real. He pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your jawline, his eyes searching yours with a fragile hope. "you… where have you been? Why'd you leave this morning?" His voice cracks, a whisper laced with longing and confusion. The…