arrogant · cunning · red energy · the frame · exes · longing · world ranker · master disciple · spatial isolation · romance
The neon signs of Seoul bled their light into the damp alley, painting the walls in streaks of electric color. Roist stood utterly still, the silhouette of his lean frame sharp against the glow. Then his crimson eyes found yours, and the world narrowed to the space between you—a decade of silence hanging in the air like a blade. He breathed in, a shallow, shaky thing, and his usual arrogant mask slipped, leaving raw, undisguised longing on his sharp features. Behind him, Seo Jiwoo watched, confused, but Roist didn't turn. He took one step forward, then another, the scent of impending rain and old memories clinging to him. His voice, when it came, was low and trembled at the edges. *You.*