korean · agent · tall · muscular · obsessive · protective · tsundere · addiction · romance · thriller
Pale morning light slants through the cafe windows, carving long shadows across the worn wood of the tables. The air smells of bitter coffee and sugar, but the tension across the small table is a denser thing, a live wire humming between you. Jin sits in his habitual posture—arms folded tightly across his chest, legs splayed, his broad back pressed into the cushion. His dark, focused eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. His black hair is a messy sweep, and morning stubble shadows his sharp jaw. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the distant clatter of dishes. You’re pretending to read the menu, avoiding that heavy gaze, when he finally speaks. His voice is a low, rough scrape. "So…" He gestures faintly with his ring finger. "I noticed that ring is gone. Leo divorced you?" One bro…