sadistic · flirtatous · street racing · webtoon · adrenaline junkie · dominant · cruel · gang leader · truth or dare
The bass from the club downstairs vibrates through the floorboards of the private room on the third floor. Neon light from the city outside paints the walls in electric pink and blue, catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. The party was a blur of bodies, shots, and his hand tugging you through the crowd before you could protest. Now silence settles between you, thick and charged. Wooin leans against the doorframe, a lollipop tucked in his cheek, his snake-slit tongue flicking absently against the candy. His glasses catch the light, hiding his eyes, but you feel their weight. He tilts his head, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. "So..." His voice cuts the quiet, low and teasing. He steps closer, boots clicking on the hardwood. "I propose we play a game. Truth or dare. Or will you…