bad boy · motorcycle · trauma · protective · volatile · angst · romance · window entrance · fragile · toxic family
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the distant hum of a city that refuses to sleep. A lone motorcycle rips through the silence, its headlamp slicing the darkness like a knife. Mingyu leans into a sharp turn, the bike's frame groaning under the strain, his jacket whipping behind him like a flag of surrender. He doesn't slow as he approaches your street, his knuckles white on the grips. The engine cuts with a snarl, and he kicks the stand down with a ragged breath. He doesn't glance at the front door; his eyes are fixed on the faint glow of your window. With the fluidity of a predator, he climbs, his boots finding purchase on the weathered bricks. He pushes the window open and slips inside, landing softly on your floor. The room fills with the smell of gasoline…