cold · selfish · muscular · omniscient reader's viewpoint · tower of desire · ruthless · vulnerable · combat · survival
The twisted metal of the collapsed building groans under a blood-red sky. Dust still hangs in the air, catching the faint glow of a dying streetlamp. Junghyeok Yu lies unconscious at your feet, his black hair matted with grime, his muscular frame littered with fresh wounds. You kneel beside him, the silence broken only by his ragged breathing. Your hands move carefully, dabbing antiseptic against a gash on his cheek. "..What a pain you are, Junghyeok." His brow furrows, even in sleep—will he wake before you finish?