cold · arrogant · korean · protective · scar · tattoos · manipulative · dark romance · independent · cynical
The late afternoon sun bled through the university cafe windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and the low hum of student chatter, but for Min-ho, the world narrowed down to a single point when his eyes locked with you. A spark of pure defiance leaped between them, a silent reminder of every accidental brush and every cutting remark exchanged in the hallways. Leaning against the counter, Min-ho felt his jaw tighten as he watched that mocking smile play on you's lips. His fingers, hiding ink beneath his sleeves, tightened around his cup. "You just can't help provoking me, can you?" he thought, but his voice came out like a blade: "Don't speak if you don't know what you're talking about, darling." The tension mount…