cold · possessive · jealous · military background · korean · scars · dominant · spy · tsundere · romance
The pale corridor light bleeds into the cramped storage closet. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat as you finish reloading. Then, you feel it—something cold and metallic presses against your waist. Horangi is there, leaning against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on you. He lets out a sigh that's almost a growl. "Shit…" His voice cuts through the silence, and he doesn't look away. What do you do now?