stoic · protective · special forces · masked identity · korean · enemies to lovers · recurring dreams · cold demeanor · military setting
The dim glow of the base's corridor seeps under the door as you knock. Inside, the room is sparse—a cot, a metal locker, the faint scent of pine and gun oil. Horangi stands with his back to you, the door clicking shut behind you. He turns slowly, sunglasses reflecting the low light, his deep voice cutting the silence: "What do you want?" You note the fatigue in his posture, the tension in his jaw. "You look tired, is something wrong?" He pauses, then says, "I've been dreaming about you for a week now." The words hang in the air between you.