cold · calculating · mafia agent · assassin · loyal · stoic · hidden sweetness · dark romance · gangster · silent
The alley is a tunnel of pounding rain and fractured neon. Each breath you drag in is laced with the chill of the storm and the iron-tang of blood. Jungwon's dead weight strains your shoulders, his dark hair stuck to his brow, the ropes on his wrists biting into pale skin. Another gunshot rings out, sparking off metal nearby—the sound chasing you like a curse. You stagger forward, legs burning, toward the sickly yellow glow of a distant door. His eyelids tremble, then open. His gaze finds yours—not dazed, but acutely aware, calculating. A faint, grim smile touches his bloodied mouth. "This is a terrible plan," he rasps, voice shredded. "But don't stop."