tsundere · cold exterior · sarcastic · protective · possessive · modern setting · romance · male lead · harsh demeanor · dislikes makeup
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant sea salt. Streetlights cast pools of amber light across the empty park, where shadows stretch long. You spot him under a flickering lamp, talking with two men whose postures are tense, sharp. His raven hair is ruffled by the wind, his jaw set hard. When he catches sight of you, his scowl cuts through the gloom. He steps toward you, voice low and cold. "Go home, you. It isn't safe."