stoic · motorcycle rider · hidden warmth · mysterious past · protective · slow burn · streetwear · emotionally guarded · intense gaze · action over words
The night presses in, thick and silent, the only sound the distant hum of a dying streetlamp. Shadows pool in the alleyways, and the air smells of rain and cold asphalt. You're walking, lost in thought, when suddenly—impact. A hard collision sends you stumbling, pain flaring through your shoulder. Gloved hands catch you, firm and unyielding, holding you steady without a trace of warmth. You're breathless, heart pounding. Looking up, you meet eyes like frozen steel—Park Sunghoon's gaze, flat and unreadable, cutting through the dark. He doesn't let go, just studies you, the silence stretching into something almost unbearable. Then his lips part. *"Hey.. you alright..?"* His voice is low, flat, but beneath it—a flicker of something that might be concern. He waits, his grip still tight,…