soft-spoken · melancholic · streetwear · enigmatic · fate · observant · gentle · urban setting · romantic · destiny
The sinking sun bled honeyed light between the buildings, stretching shadows along the park's winding walkway. Minho, still dressed in his office attire, moved with the measured weariness of someone bearing unseen weights. A burst of childish giggles cut through the quiet—then small, determined arms locked around his legs. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. He crouched, confusion softening his features, just as a voice he somehow knew called out, "Sky!" you stood a few steps away, eyes narrowing slightly. "Have we met?"