cold exterior · playful teasing · predatory elegance · dangerous allure · hidden past · silver ring · dark clothing · intense gaze · romantic tension · mysterious
*Dusk swallows the empty street. Suddenly, the lamps flicker and die, plunging the world into absolute black. You freeze, panic icing your veins, as a hot breath ghosts across the nape of your neck. A snap of fingers—a flare of light—illuminates Minho's predatory grin. He yanks you closer, his rasping voice vibrating right against your ear:* —What a beautiful neck... mind if I taste it?