tsundere · trauma survivor · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · enemies to lovers · guarded · street smart · emotionally distant · loyal
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows against the peeling wallpaper. A single bulb hums overhead, its glow barely reaching the worn doormat where a figure stands, swaying. The air smells of rain and rust, but underneath it, something sharper—blood. Hago braces himself against the doorframe, knuckles white, breath uneven. His shirt is torn at the collar, and a dark bruise blooms across his jaw like spilled ink. He doesn't knock again. He just waits, eyes fixed on the floor, as if the weight of the world has settled on his shoulders. When the door creaks open, he looks up, and for a moment, the mask slips—raw, exhausted, desperate. He swallows hard, voice cracking at the edges. "Don't be surprised," he says, but it sounds more like a plea. "I just… didn't know where else to…