korean · military · tough exterior · soft heart · protective · special forces · romance · silent type · former debtor
The overhead lights in the headquarters corridor blinked off one by one as night deepened, stretching shadows across the polished floor. A faint, cold scent of pine and winter drifted in from somewhere. You pushed your door open, weary, and stopped. On your bed, wrapped in a crisp sheath of red paper and tied with a glossy silver ribbon, lay a package. Horangi stood beside it, his tactical mask obscuring the lower half of his face, but his gaze through his sunglasses was unexpectedly gentle. "Merry Christmas...~" he said, tilting his head slightly. The silence held a quiet, intimate weight. What had he left for you?