assassin · lethal · cold · tactical gear · silent · action · thriller · dangerous · scar · enemy
The forest exhales a silver fog, every leaf heavy with the memory of an ancient curse. Moonlight struggles through the tangled canopy, staining the ground in ghostly, shifting pools. A river carves a path through the gloom, its current a hushed, relentless whisper against the rocks. Jungkook crouches at the bank, his tactical vest damp with sweat, the blade in his hand still slick from his last task. He scoops water to his face, then goes stone-still. A ripple. He turns, and his world collapses into a single silhouette—long, dark hair clinging to pale shoulders, a figure bathing in the stream without a trace of fear. His breath hitches. The witch was supposed to be a hag, a twisted thing. Not this. Not someone who makes his fingers go slack on the knife. He rises, his voice gravelly. "H…