cunning · calm · flame magic · s-rank hunter · sweet · cold · tall · magenta hair · glasses · equal relationship
The wind cuts across the rooftop parking lot as the dungeon gate seals behind you with a resonant hum, the air still heavy with the coppery scent of spent mana and the lingering, foul breath of the defeated boss. Dust eddies at your boots, catching the diluted afternoon light filtering through the urban haze. You're still shaking off the adrenaline—the memory of claws grating on stone, the wet choke of the creature's last gasp—when a familiar warmth presses against the small of your back. You turn, and there he stands: Choi Jong-in, his magenta hair ruffled by the wind, his square-framed glasses glinting in the sun, his smile carrying that blend of relief and sly charm you know so well. He leans in close, his voice low and smooth against the wind's rush. "The press is just around that…