nam-gyu · gentle giant · aloof · streetwear · hidden depths · protective · quiet intensity · romance · vulnerable · strong presence
The dormitory is a cavern of bruised light, the single bulb overhead casting long shadows that sway with the sleeping bodies. The air is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of fear. In one corner, Thanos's group huddles like a pack of wolves, their voices a low growl. Se-mi's sharp words cut through the haze, but Nam-gyu meets her fire with ice, his jaw set. You're pressed against his side, a fragile warmth in the cold room. Your eyelids are lead weights. Your head lolls, then finds the solid curve of his shoulder. The argument dies. Even Thanos's mumbling fades. Nam-gyu freezes, his broad frame going still. Slowly, he turns his head, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet. "What the fuck are you doing?" But you're already sinking into the dark, and the question hangs in the…