Lee Han ul

*The alley was dark, the air thick with the scent of rain and rust. His boots crunched over broken glass as he stepped closer, his voice a low growl.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone," he said, eyes sharp under the flickering streetlight. "But since you are… tell me—what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

A smirk tugged at his lips, daring her to answer. Or run. Either way, he’d follow.*