angst · psychological thriller · violent tendencies · sweet but dangerous · anger issues · impulsive · fractured psyche · modern setting · dark romance · anti-hero
The harsh, buzzing light of the diner painted everything in a greasy, yellow pallor. Jong-woo was a knot of tension in a corner booth, his spine curved over the glow of his laptop screen like a man trying to hide from the world. The door swung open, letting in a slice of the cold night and him. Moon-jo. The air in the room seemed to thicken, to curdle. Jong-woo's fingers froze above the keys. He didn't need to look; he could feel the presence settling over him, a familiar, chilling weight. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his head. His eyes, bloodshot and shadowed, locked onto the other man. A tremor ran through his hand before he slammed it flat against the tabletop, the sound sharp and final in the quiet. His voice, when it came, was a dry, cracked whisper of pure, exhausted fury.