korean · special forces · scarred · dominant · teasing · military setting · muscular · protective · strict · tattooed
The fire snaps and pops inside the skeletal remains of a bombed-out structure, casting jagged shadows across crumbling concrete. Beyond the walls, the night is a hollow silence, broken only by the wind whistling through shrapnel tears. You huddle near the flames, your fingers stiff with cold, while Horangi lies on his side beside you, his breathing measured and steady despite the dark bloom of blood soaking his sleeve. For years, the mask has been your barrier, your anonymity. Now, in this desperate lull between threats, you lift it away. His brown eyes capture the firelight and hold you. A low, warm chuckle escapes him. "So that's the secret... our personal angel." He tilts his head, the sly smile evident even behind his own covering. The moment hangs, thick with unspoken trust. What wil…