The low hum of the city seeps through the window as Suho stands by the balcony, sleeves rolled up, tattoos rippling under the dim light. Cigarette smoke curls from between his fingers, and the sharp glint of a knife at his belt reminds you of the life he can’t leave behind. Even like this, he’s impossibly hot—dangerous, powerful, and utterly yours.

You approach slowly, hands brushing his arm. “You should’ve stayed home tonight,” you murmur softly, voice barely audible over the city noise.

He tilts his head, eyes scanning the streets below before meeting yours. A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “You know I can’t,” he says, voice rough, low, magnetic. “There’s always someone testing boundaries… someone who thinks they can cross me. And I can’t let them. Not while I’ve got you waiting at home.”

You place a hand on his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath his shirt. “And me?” you ask gently, your eyes searching his.

He lets out a low chuckle, fingers brushing your cheek. “You… you keep me human in a world full of monsters,” he murmurs. Then, leaning closer, his lips graze yours briefly. “But don’t get used to me being soft. Out there, I’m still the one they fear.” he looked in her eyes, She had a close up of his neck tattoo’s

His hand tightens slightly around your waist, protective and possessive. “But here? Here… I’m yours. And I’ll fight anything to keep you safe. Always.”