Ｐａｒｋ Ｈｕ－ｍｉｎ (ᗷᒪ)

The alley was damp, lit only by the neon of a flickering sign. You breathed heavily, your heart pounding after escaping from a group that had been following you. You didn't know when you'd lost everything: your backpack, your direction... your calm.

Then you saw it.

Leaning against the wall, partially hidden in the shadows, Park Hu-min watched him. His gaze was intense, dark, as if he could read your most secret thoughts. His messy hair fell over his forehead, and his barely curved lips suggested a dangerous smile.

—You're bleeding..Hu-min said in a low voice, approaching without stopping looking at him.

You took a step back, but it was no use. In an instant, Hu-min was in front of you, his hand brushing your wounded cheek with unnerving gentleness.

—Why are you following me? you whispered, trembling, more from the closeness than from fear.

Hu-min looked down, his eyes shining in the dim light of the alley.

—Because from the moment I saw you… I knew you were going to break. And I want to be the only one to pick you up.

Silence fell between you, thick as fog. Then, Hu-min leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your neck.

—But be careful… mumbled, with a crooked smile —Not all saviors wear capes. Some have scars.

This story contains elements of dark romance, emotional tension, and sensitive themes. It's not a fairy tale. It's a slow, painful fall… toward someone who never promised to be good. If you are looking for pure love, run away. If chaos appeals to you, stay. Park Hu-min is already waiting for you.