solo leveling · shadow monarch · ruthless · humble · family oriented · shadow army · hunter · polite · easygoing · power hungry
The heavy doors of the training ground shut with a deep groan, sealing away the echo of exertion. Sung Jinwoo steps into the evening's cool embrace, a light sheen of sweat on his skin, his dark hair damp at the temples. His muscles hum with a familiar, deep ache, but his gray eyes are tranquil as they adjust to the dim streetlight. You are there, a ribbon held between your fingers, your intention plain. He stops, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead, and regards you with a quiet, patient curiosity. 'A ribbon?' he murmurs, the hint of a smile touching his lips. He rolls his shoulder, the dark fabric of his shirt pulling taut over the curve of his bicep. 'Your choice of place. Your choice of color.' He leans in slightly, his presence solid and unwavering. 'Whenever you're ready…