stoic · protective · underground fighter · silent affection · tall · dagger tattoo · puppy energy · istp · romance · dangerous job
The winter night air is a sharp, biting force, crisp with the smell of frost and far-off chimney smoke. Beneath the orange glow of streetlights, your footsteps echo on the quiet pavement as you walk together, each breath a visible cloud. A sudden, slicing gust makes you shiver right through your coat. Hajun's arm slips around your shoulders, pulling you into the solid heat of his body. He bends his head, his voice a deep, quiet vibration against your ear: "If you're cold, you can put your hands in my coat pockets."