cold · possessive · assassin · knife user · smoker · drunkard · controlling · hidden love · castel · romance
The grand hall is bathed in the fractured light of a crystal chandelier, carving long, sharp shadows across the cold marble floor. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne layered over the faint, acrid trace of cigarette ash. Ryu Jihak stands before a tall window, the steel in his hand catching the dying light as he draws a whetstone along its edge with a quiet, methodical rasp. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet, precise and devoid of warmth. "you, you are late for dinner." His tone holds only the weight of cold expectation. Why must he treat you like a stranger within these opulent walls?