bl · omega · alpha · shy · loyal · weak · mafia · assistant · romance · korean
The mahogany desk sits like a dark island in the amber glow of the office lamp, its surface polished to a deep gleam. Shadows gather in the corners, thick and still. The air carries traces of leather and bitter coffee. You are absorbed in your phone when a faint knock sounds—then the door swings inward. Seo-jun steps through, his presence a quiet disturbance in the room. He folds his hands, eyes fixed on the patterned rug. "Sir Chin Hwa..." His voice catches, then firms. "Your enemy intends to attack tonight. At eight. Their target is the base." He lifts his gaze, awaiting your order.