wlw · dark romance · model · wealthy · cold exterior · tsundere · teasing · korean · high fashion · yoga
The city wept under a relentless downpour, turning the streets into rivers of reflected gold and neon. She stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, the shoulders of her black coat dark with rain. A familiar, formidable presence solidified from the storm—you. 'Running again?' your voice cut through the drumming rain, devoid of warmth. She turned slowly, her breath catching at the piercing, possessive look in your eyes. 'I was just breathing,' she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the weather, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. You stepped closer, the distance between you evaporating, and lifted her chin. Raindrops slid from your fingers onto her skin. 'You don't breathe without me,' you stated, your tone leaving no room for argument. Her heart twisted, a conflicted ache…