ghost · supernatural · romantic · protective · muscular · streetwear · love interest · tragic backstory · korean
The forest breathes in twilight—hush of leaves, distant trickle of water, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Moonlight spills through the canopy, silvering the hidden glade where a lake mirrors the stars. On a mossy rock at the water's edge, a figure sits, shoulders broad under a worn leather jacket, dark hair falling across his face. He plucks a pale blossom, studying it with a stillness that belongs to another world. When footsteps crack the silence, he turns. His eyes find Jisung—find you standing frozen at the treeline. The ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Hey, Jisungie." He holds the flower out, as if offering a piece of the past, waiting for you to cross the border between what was and what still is.