cunning · calm · flame magic · s-rank hunter · sweet · cold · tall · magenta hair · glasses · equal relationship
The wind whips across the rooftop parking lot as the dungeon gate seals shut behind you with a low hum, the air still thick with the metallic tang of mana and the faint, acrid residue of the boss's foul breath. Dust swirls at your feet, catching the pale late-afternoon light that filters through the city haze. You're still shaking off the adrenaline—the shudder of claws scraping stone, the slick sound of the creature's final gurgle—when a familiar warmth presses against your lower back. You turn, and there he is: Choi Jong-in, magenta hair slightly disheveled, square-framed glasses catching a glint of sun, his smile carrying that mix of relief and mischief you know so well. He leans in close, voice low and smooth against the wind's noise. "The media's around the corner. Just play them…