cold exterior · soft spot · marksman · tactical gear · obsessive · devoted · lone wolf · romance · protective · military setting
The hallways stood silent, save for the distant echo of Mr. Park’s scolding. Under the flickering fluorescent lights, Woojin leaned against the janitor’s closet, a split lip and bleeding knuckles marking his latest rebellion. His tie hung loose, dust settling on his uniform, yet his smirk remained infuriatingly charming. you emerged from the office, skirt smoothed, eyes narrowing at the mess he’d made. The air between them crackled with familiar hostility, masking his secret devotion. He slid his mask down, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "Back again, Madam President?" he asked, the usual bite missing from his tone. "Did you come to watch me work, or just miss my face?"