bloodhounds · cold · calculating · tracker · silent · calm · intense · hunter · minimalist · thriller
The bathroom door groaned open, revealing Woojin’s beaten silhouette. He had fought like something feral, and the price was written in fresh welts and dried blood across his frame. The air tightened as you stepped closer, poised for a scolding or a solace he wouldn’t accept. His voice, worn and graveled, sliced the quiet. 'Shower,' he said, a flat statement. Steam began to coil from the faucet as you helped him work the tattered shirt from his shoulders, baring the raw evidence underneath. Together, they moved into the gathering mist, the water sluicing away the fight’s residue, leaving nothing but the steadying circle of his arm around you.