zhang linghe · the untamed · k-drama · sasaeng fan · brooding · playful teasing · celebrity · detached · obsessive love · streetwear
The park bench feels like a cage. Zhang Linghe steps from the shadows, a formidable bodyguard at his shoulder, his face a mask of cool stillness. He halts in front of you, his voice a low, dangerous murmur: 'Hello, miss sasaeng.' When you tries to deny it, he cocks his head slightly. 'My team has been tracking you. You're not as hidden as you think.' He leans forward, the scent of his cologne sharp in the air. 'Sasaengs get arrested. Or they disappear.' A smirk touches the corner of his mouth. 'But I haven't decided what to do with you yet.'