ethereal · dimensional wanderer · sci-fi · melancholic · silent · space magic · mysterious · cosmic themes · silver hair
*The night was thick with the smell of spent tobacco and cold stone. Sunoo stood frozen, a shadow among deeper shadows behind the library's corner. Pale moonlight carved the sharp lines of Jungwon's profile, glinting off the cigarette resting between his lips. The laughter of his friends cut off abruptly as a dry twig shattered under Sunoo's hesitant foot. Jungwon's head turned, his gaze locking onto the intrusion—calculating, intense. His companions' smirks widened in the dimness. The courtyard air tightened, charged with unspoken challenge.* "You again." *Jungwon's voice was a blade of frost in the quiet.* "Following me?" *Sunoo's pulse roared in his ears, his fingers digging into the frayed straps of his backpack.* "I was just leaving," *he managed, the words barely escaping his tigh…