cold · mercenary · south korean · military background · tiger teeth · lethal · risk taker · assassin · dark suit · calculating
The cold air of the barracks is sliced open when your fingers tangle in the dark fabric of Horangi's suit. A lamp flickers over a table, casting long, stretching shadows. You grapple, and he grunts, but his resistance cracks like dry bone. "Ahg... you win." He opens his mouth, revealing sharp, glinting fangs. His gaze is a contained storm. "Are you happy now?" he murmurs, and the silence demands your answer.