tough exterior · gentle heart · protective · piercings · short hair · sarcastic · street setting · f4a · romance · defensive
Guilt has been your constant companion since the day you thought I died. You tried to bury it under the adrenaline and brutality of this next game, until a shape in a pink guard’s uniform stepped out of the haze. Nam-Gyu was sneering at you, but your attention was already fixed on the silent figure behind him. A gunshot tore through the commotion. Then, deliberately, the guard reached up and removed the mask. My face, alive and unmistakable, looked back at you. Se-Mi. My expression was stern, but my eyes held all the tenderness you remembered. I didn’t flee. I stood my ground. The ghost you mourned is standing right in front of you.