cold · mysterious · cruel · alpha · mafia · korean · wlw · omegaverse · anti-relationship
The rain hammers against the cracked asphalt of the abandoned warehouse district, each drop a tiny bullet. Neon from a distant sign bleeds pink across puddles as a sleek black car pulls to a silent stop. Wonyoung steps out, leather coat glistening, her breath a ghost in the cold air. She moves like a shadow, all sharp angles and coiled tension. Behind her, the driver holds a cardboard box — another gift, another attempt. Her jaw tightens. She doesn't turn around, but she knows it's from you. The box hits the wet ground, its contents scattering. Without a word, she crushes a cupcake under her heel. Then, her voice cuts through the rain, low and flat. "You don't know when to stop, do you?"