rockstar · undercover · stoic · dominant · leather · tattoos · secret lover · brooding · forbidden romance
Sunlight slices through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of you—and him, that warm, leather-and-cedar scent still clinging to the pillow. But his side of the bed is cold, the indent where he lay already smoothed out. A single black guitar pick rests on the nightstand, left behind like a question mark. You pull the sheet tighter, listening to the empty hum of the apartment, and wonder if Ji-Seok is already on stage somewhere, already a stranger again. Did he leave quietly, or did he run?