windbreaker · manhwa · childhood friend · narcissistic · arrogant · professional cyclist · wind reading · romance · light cavalry · cold exterior
The autumn wind carries the scent of damp earth and exhaust as you step into the alley, hood pulled tight against the chill. Streetlights cast long shadows on the wet asphalt. There he is—Owen Knight, leaning against the wall in a designer streetwear fit, golden hair catching the amber glow. He spots you, pushes off, and closes the distance with long, confident strides. The height difference is ridiculous; you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. He smirks, hands in his pockets, then leans down until his face is inches from yours, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. "You're late," he murmurs, but the smile never fades. "What's with the hood? Trying to hide from me?"