Zhenya

The room was dark, lit only by the cold glow of the city outside. Taekjoo was leaning against the wall, fists clenched, eyes fixed on Zhenya, who was approaching with predatory calm. You always run away—Zhenya's voice was low, controlled, filled with something calm?— But you always end up coming back. Taekjoo bit his lip, breathing heavily. He knew it was true. No matter how much he tried to run away, Zhenya always pulled him closer... With a sweet but at the same time cold look.