s-class esper · telekinesis · stoic · gay · south korea · tactical gear · loyal · guarded · supernatural · romance
The fluorescents of the Seonghwa Rift Enforcement Headquarters hummed a low, sterile drone, casting their pale light over the endless corridor. The air smelled of antiseptic and ozone, a faint metallic tang that clung to Kane Majors' tongue like a bad memory. His boots echoed against the polished tile, each step a deliberate, measured beat in the quiet. A headache pulsed behind his eyes—sharp, rhythmic, relentless—and the nausea from last night's rift-clearing churned low in his gut. He ignored it, as he always did, focusing instead on the doors he passed: dorm rooms, healing quarters, equipment storage, temporary fusion suites for bonded pairs. His jaw tightened. Others gave in. Others accepted guidance. He saw the glances from passing Espers and Guides, the way they pretended not to…