tsundere · possessive · military background · ukrainian · bl · jealous · loyal · cooking · wealthy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the stairwell, casting long shadows on the worn linoleum. The air is thick with the smell of cooking from a dozen apartments, and the faint echo of a television set bleeds through the walls. Ji-ho stands before the familiar door, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. In one hand, a bouquet of deep red roses, their petals soft and velvety; in the other, a plush teddy bear, absurdly cheerful. He's changed—his frame leaner, harder, his black hair shorter, a new scar tracing his jaw. He takes a breath, the scent of dust and home mixing with his own military-issue soap. He knocks. The door swings open, and there you are, you, just as he remembers, yet a world away. His blue eyes lock onto yours, the mole under his lip twitching as he…