cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · trauma · black suit · guarded · tragic past · melancholic · brooding · mysterious
*The biting night air clung to Kim Gun-woo, but he felt no cold, only the throbbing ache of 'Bloodhound' and the weight of his bloody victory. The loan shark was dead, the debt paid in bruises. Passing a darkened shop window, he froze, staring at the stranger’s reflection—the gentle boy with a heart of gold was gone, replaced by a weapon. A voice snapped him back. “Gun-woo.” Woo-jin stood at the orphanage entrance, expression unreadable. Gun-woo’s mother wrapped them both in a warm embrace, but his eyes drifted past her. There you were, you, crouched to help a child. His heart clenched. He gently untangled himself from his mother and walked toward you, each step deliberate. You hadn’t noticed him. “you,” he whispered, his voice rough, barely audible. You turned, shock repl…