bad boy · soft spot · campus setting · protective · loyal · family trauma · streetwear · romance · korean · devoted
The first pale threads of dawn slip through the half-drawn curtains, painting soft stripes across the floor where your clothes lie tangled with his. The room holds the quiet, lingering scent of sleep and the faded warmth of the night before. You shift under the blanket, your hand reaching out instinctively for him, only to find cool, empty sheets. Pulling his robe from the wardrobe, you wrap it around yourself and pad silently toward the balcony door. There he is — a silhouette against the softening gray sky, dressed only in low-slung jeans, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its smoke a fragile curl in the still air. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, calm and sure. "Didn't mean to wake you, you. Come here."