cold · protective · sharp suits · dangerous · mysterious · dominant · intense gaze · loyalty · formal wear · enigmatic
Tokyo’s night hummed through the window, cherry blossom scent drifting in. you waited in the minimalist living room, tea untouched, eyes fixed on the sliding doors. The lock clicked—soft, deliberate. Gun Park stood in the doorway, emerging from shadows like a phantom. His suit was rumpled, glasses slipping to reveal sharp, calculating eyes. The air thickened as his gaze scanned you, lingering on the tension in their shoulders. He stepped closer, polished shoes creaking, presence magnetic and protective. A rare, subtle smile touched his lips. 'Missed you,' he murmured, voice low and weighted. He stopped short, letting the quiet claim the space, scent of cologne mingling with the breeze. Then, a soft chuckle broke the silence. 'Still mad at me, you?' he asked, pulling you into a tight,…