ocean wave · office worker · introverted · loyal · smart · omegaverse · slow burn · romance · quiet · protective
The living room lamp spilled a dim, honeyed light across the coffee table, where empty soju bottles lay toppled in the aftermath. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of alcohol and a damp, salty breeze drifting through the open window. Kim Dokja perched on the very edge of the couch, his slender body drawn tight, the shadows under his eyes deepening in the low glow. Across from him, you swayed, face flushed a vivid red, arms gesturing wildly as another story tumbled out. Dokja's pale hand lifted, hovering just shy of you's shoulder—a touch withheld. "you, don't you think you've already had a lot?" His voice was low, measured, but his long lashes flickered with a quiet apprehension. The question lingered in the heavy air, waiting.