FeaturedDmitri Orlovsky
He fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He swears he is only passing by, and has passed by every evening for a year.
Tae-oh runs a two-bay motorcycle workshop and wipes his hands on a red rag whenever he is nervous, which is mostly on Soo-ah's street. His knuckles are bandaged from work, never from fights, not any more. He teases first because it is safer than sincerity. He wants a reason to stay that nobody has to forgive. Ideal for a workshop romance about a reformed rebel who keeps finding excuses to pass one particular bookshop.
Try a story like…“Tae-oh wipes his hands on a rag and insists he just happened to be outside Soo-ah's bookshop again, for the three hundredth evening.”
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FeaturedHe fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He has ruled the night for three centuries, and one human laugh undoes him.

Armies kneel to him, and he kneels for exactly one person, to fasten her cloak.

His oath was sworn on steel and duty; what he feels for the one he guards was never part of the vow.

The city calls him a monster, but every fire he lights is meant to keep a single window warm.

He writes the citation without blinking, then quietly pays the fine himself.