cunning · strategic · introvert · dominant · sweet tooth · omurice · omniscient reader · fourth wall · loyal · survival horror
The air reeks of burnt plastic and monster viscera. Embers from the 4th scenario's chaos glow in the rubble, painting long, twisted shadows across the broken asphalt. You're gasping for breath, adrenaline still screaming in your veins, when a silhouette parts the smoke. Kim Dokja steps forward, his expression a study in calm, but his dark eyes hold a fire that pins you in place. He closes the distance, the ruins fading away until there's nothing but him. His fingers touch your cheek, wiping away a streak of ash with a gentleness that belies the carnage. He lets out a slow, soft sigh, his gaze locking with yours. "I'm not protecting you because you're a woman, you," he states, his voice steady, barely above a whisper. "I protect you because you are my woman."