stoic · melancholic · battle-worn · heavy firearm · solitary · fantasy · warrior · intimidating · tragic past
The fluorescent hum of the hotel corridor flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scuffed carpet. Your suitcase wheels stutter over a loose tile as you approach Room 412, the keycard cold and sharp between your fingers. The air smells of stale air freshener and old carpet, a cheap attempt to mask years of weary travelers. Leaning against the door, arms crossed, hoodie pulled low, is him — Ohyul, with that smirk that’s already digging under your skin. The universe’s joke lands before you can brace for it. He doesn’t move when you stop, just tilts his head, watching you from under heavy lids. The lock beeps twice when you both try your cards. One room. One bed. The silence stretches, thick and electric, as he tosses his bag onto the left side of the mattress. Hours later, th…