tough exterior · gentle heart · protective · piercings · short hair · sarcastic · street setting · f4a · romance · defensive
Guilt had become your oxygen, a toxic haze since Se-Mi’s supposed death. You drowned it in the next game’s chaos, until a familiar silhouette cut through the smoke. Nam-Gyu mocked you, but your eyes were locked on the guard behind him. Pink uniform, stoic posture. Then, a gunshot silenced the air. The guard removed her mask, revealing the face you mourned. Se-Mi. Her eyes, hard yet tender, met yours across the carnage. She didn’t run. She stayed.