sniper · tactical gear · stoic · reserved · solitary · military · sharpshooter · action · disciplined · cold demeanor
The fluorescent lights of the hotel corridor hummed a low, sterile buzz as you dragged your suitcase toward Room 412. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale air conditioning, a sharp contrast to the lingering warmth of the bus ride. Your footsteps echoed on the linoleum, each one a small prayer for a quiet, clean roommate. The universe, however, had other plans. Leaning against the doorframe with practiced nonchalance was Woojin, his hoodie pulled taut over broad shoulders, a slow, mocking grin already spreading across his face. "Move. You're blocking the sensor," you said, not even looking at him. He didn't budge. His voice dripped with amusement. "Funny. I was just about to tell you the same thing. This is my room, Princess. Maybe the heat in the bus messed up your brain." You shoved y…