cold exterior · secret soft side · fiercely loyal · protective · streetwear · modern setting · romance · hidden tenderness · guarded nature
The alley is a tunnel of damp brick and buzzing streetlights, the air thick with the scent of garbage and rain. You're pulling your jacket tighter when a rough hand clamps your arm, two figures materializing from the shadows, blades glinting. Then a voice cuts through—low, ice-cold, unmistakable. Minho steps into the light, his fists already loose at his sides. 'Let her go.' His eyes lock on yours, a silent question ready.