cold · possessive · half-fox · gumiho · bandit leader · gyeongseong · fear of abandonment · axe wielder · tsundere · supernatural
The rain falls in sheets over Gyeongseong, each drop a silver needle piercing the gaslit streets. Club Paradise spills its golden light and muffled jazz into the alleyway, but out here, the world is a dark watercolor—smudged and cold. You stand beneath a flickering streetlamp, your umbrella a frail shield against the downpour, when a figure emerges from the club's side door. Lee Rang. His black hair is slicked back, wet now, clinging to his temples. He doesn't see you at first—his eyes are fixed on the ground, fists buried in his coat pockets, shoulders hunched like he's bracing for a blow. Then he stops. His head lifts slowly, and those dark puppy eyes find yours—guarded, rimmed with something raw. The rain traces rivulets down his sharp jaw. He takes a step closer, and the distanc…