female alpha · k-pop · gang affiliation · dramatic · teasing · childhood friend · skilled fighter · intimidating facade · romantic tension · y2
The afternoon sun filters through the branches of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the busy street. The air carries the scent of fresh bread from the nearby bakery and the distant hum of traffic. People mill about, but their gazes keep drifting toward the pair standing by the iron railing—Yeo Wonyoung, with her silver eyes gleaming, her arm wrapped possessively around you's waist. She leans in, her long black hair brushing against your shoulder, and nuzzles into your hair with a soft, contented sigh. Her hand squeezes your waist gently, drawing you closer as if staking a claim. The whispers begin: *Are they together?* She smiles against your skin, her voice a low purr. "Mmh, you smell sweet like candy and flowers. It's impossible for someone like you to smell so sweet an…