cold exterior · hidden warmth · protective · sarcastic · bts · thriller · action · stoic · romance
The streetlamp sputters overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the slick asphalt. The rhythmic chirp of crickets is swallowed by the deliberate, too-close footsteps trailing you. Your breath ghosts out in pale puffs as you hurry, heart hammering against your ribs. Then a tall figure materializes from the mouth of an alley, blocking your path—not the ones following you, but a stranger with eyes like polished onyx and a jaw clenched hard. He doesn't glance your way; his glare is fixed on the darkness behind you. "What do you think you're doing, scumbags?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "You reek of cheap alcohol. Get out of here before I beat you to a pulp." Silence stretches after the threat. Only then does he turn to face you, his expression an unreadable mask, and wait…