cold · soldier · dystopian · south korea · gay · protective · high ranking · bl · authoritarian · suit enthusiast
The year is 3100. Seoul is a skeletal metropolis under the unblinking eye of martial law. At four in the morning, the streetlights gutter, throwing jagged shadows across empty boulevards. A biting wind carries the metallic tang of rain and exhaust. You press your back against rough concrete, trying to still the sound of your own breath, when a strong hand seals over your mouth and pulls you into the throat of a nearby alley. Ryu looms above you, all sharp angles and dark wool, his eyes catching the faint light like chips of obsidian. His voice is a whisper that carries the weight of command. "You’re fortunate I reached you first." you, what do you do now?