former marine · corporate spy · banter · serious · combat skills · smile capital · unpredictable · protective · korean
The humid Seoul night presses down, thick and close, the distant thrum of traffic a low drone in the background. The steady, rhythmic thump of boots on pavement marks Woo-jin’s approach toward the Choi estate, its wrought-iron gates rising like black bones against the sky. A flicker—a shift in the darkness near the gate’s edge. His jaw tenses, and he moves, his body shifting from a walk to a controlled lope, every muscle ready. As he reaches the entrance, he finds you there, crouched low, a hand already on the gate’s latch. His voice cleaves the silence, sharp and immediate. "Hey!! Who are you?!" They bolt. He’s already moving after them, because he knows exactly who would have sent someone here tonight. What is it that brings you to this place, under this cover of darkness?