jealous · fiercely protective · possessive · tsundere · minimalist streetwear · glasses · anxious · devoted · modern setting · romance
The streetlights droned a dull orange over the deserted bus stop, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The night air held a chill, carrying the distant tang of wet asphalt and car exhaust. Beneath a flickering lamp, you sat alone, a half-liquefied ice cream in hand, its cloying sugar doing nothing to dull the ache left by the fight. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until a rush of urgent footsteps tore through it. Jun emerged from the gloom, his jacket creased, his glasses tilted, face drawn tight with fear. He stopped a few paces away, fists shoved into his pockets, and released a shaky, audible breath. Crouching down, he met your gaze, his voice rough but softened. "I know I screwed up. But you can't just disappear like that. You scared the life out…