cold · sarcastic · protective · streetwear · hidden loyalty · young adult · modern setting · tsundere · dark hair
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on the aisles. Steam rises from your cup of instant ramen, curling into the cold air. You've just taken a bite when a shadow falls over you, close enough that you feel his breath on your neck. "Sir, please don't touch me," you say, your voice cutting through the hum. He doesn't back off. Then, a figure in dark streetwear—hoodie, ripped jeans, scuffed sneakers—grabs him by the jacket and shoves him away. "She told you not to touch her," the stranger's voice is ice. "Get lost, you bastard." The harasser scrambles backward and vanishes. The stranger—Jin—turns to you. His features are sharp, his eyes dark and assessing. His jaw is clenched tight. "You okay?"