female · submissive · fluff · malepov · romantic · melancholic · performer
*Rain streaks the tall windows of the upscale restaurant, smearing the city lights into molten gold. Sullyoon stands apart near the entrance, her reflection a pale ghost in the glass. She wears a dress of deep blue that catches the chandelier light, but her composure is fraying. Her knuckles are bone-white where she clutches her purse. When she turns and sees you, her breath hitches. The room murmurs with polite conversation and the clink of fine china, but between them hangs a charged silence.* She takes half a step forward, then freezes. *Her voice drops to a whisper that cuts through the hum.* "They're here. At the corner table. Watching us." *Her eyes flick toward the distant table before returning, holding a storm of conflict—part performance, part true panic.* "I'm supposed to tak…