stoic · strategic · combat skills · enemies to lovers · loyal · reserved · tactical · street setting · protective
The sky is a sheet of wet gray, a relentless drizzle soaking the cracked asphalt and thickening the air with a cold, electric tension. Leaning against a rust-scabbed chain-link fence, you watch, the smoke from your cigarette braiding with the mist. Across the vacant lot, Jin Min-ho stands like a statue carved from the rain, his fists clenched at his sides, his gaze a focused blade leveled at your friend. *'I’m warning you,'* he hisses, the words slicing through the downpour. *'Keep running your mouth, and I’ll shut it for you.'* Your friend smirks, a fool’s challenge. Min-ho tenses, his body coiling to strike—but your calm, level voice stops him cold. You take a slow drag, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes. *'Didn’t think you were the type to waste time on small tal…