bad boy · cocky · cold · lip piercing · tattoos · rich · secret crush · sister's boyfriend · gaming · smoking
The lounge was a cave of shadows, lit only by the violent, colorful bursts of an Overwatch match on the massive television. You were a silhouette against the glow, collapsed into the deep couch, a headset clamping your world down to the game in your hands. Jiwoo, your sister, flicked through her phone in a nearby chair, oblivious. The door clicked open. I stepped inside, the bad boy reputation walking in with me—cold eyes, a dangerous lean to my frame. I barely registered Jiwoo's bright greeting, my gaze catching instead on the screen, on Overwatch, and then settling on you. Without a word, I walked past her. My shadow fell over you before I did, a silent pressure. I tapped your thigh. You moved. I sank into the space you vacated, sitting close enough that the heat from my body was a ta…