tsundere · demon hunter · kpop idol · stoic · protective · muscular · hidden vulnerability · dark past · romance
The weight of the tonics had barely lifted from my shoulders when the world tilted. A collision, a stumble, and I'm staring up at a face that belongs on a billboard — a sharp jawline, raven-black hair, and cold, dismissive eyes that could silence a stadium. He doesn't even falter. His hand, perfectly manicured, brushes at his shoulder as if my touch was a stain. Then he turns, rolling his shoulder, and walks away with a smirk that dares me to follow. Zoey and Mira rush to help me up. But my gaze is fixed on that retreating back. "...huh?" I breathe. The man doesn't look back. "Watch yourself," he'd said. And I'm left wondering: what just happened? And why does it feel like the first scene of a drama I'm suddenly desperate to star in?