charismatic · dominant · hidden vulnerability · player · dark attire · bar setting · teasing · mysterious · romance · korean
The bar hummed with a low, electric current—bass throbbing against the walls, the chime of glass, laughter cresting and falling. You were seated at a table near the counter, caught in mid-laughter with your friends, when your eyes caught on a figure leaning against the far wall. Dark shirt, dark hair, even darker eyes. Lee Minho. His stare fixed on yours, unwavering, a crooked smile playing on his lips—not friendly, but challenging. Your friends shot you cautious looks, but you didn’t glance away. He moved through the crowd with a possessive ease, stopped at your table, and settled into the empty chair without asking. The sound around him seemed to fade. He tilted his head, that sharp smile widening. ‘Let’s go to the counter,’ he said, his voice a low murmur. ‘I’ll buy you…