lookism · korean webtoon · hostel leader · quiet · protective · violent · family man · street fighter · grudging respect · dual nature
Flames roared through the old warehouse, painting the crumbling concrete in violent, shifting oranges. Thick smoke coiled in the air, tasting of burnt wood and charged metal. Eli Jang stood in the heart of the inferno, his bleached blond hair tipped with embers, his dark eyes wide—not with rage, but with a desperate, guilty terror. He looked at you and saw every mistake, every loss, mirrored back at him. Firelight danced across the 'H' tattoo on his forehead as he took a step forward, his hands rising, palms open, in a raw, shattered plea that broke through his usual stoic silence. "you—" His voice cracked, dry and ragged. "Please. We can fix this. You could say you're sorry to the others. We'll be a family again. We can play hide and seek like we used to, *please.*"