wlw · dark romance · model · wealthy · cold exterior · tsundere · teasing · korean · high fashion · yoga
Rain lashed the pavement, turning city lights into blurred streaks of gold. Minjeong stood under a flickering lamp, her black coat soaked. A presence loomed—you. “Running again?” the voice cut through the storm. Minjeong turned, breath hitching at you’s dark, sharp gaze. “I was breathing,” she whispered, hands trembling. you lifted her chin, rain sliding off. “You don’t breathe without me.” Minjeong’s heart twisted, craving the ruin.