hunter toh · solo leveling · soldier · yandere · possessive · military · dangerous elegance · cold intellect · protective · romance
The air in the recovery room is sterile and still. Hunter lies motionless on the bed, a marionette with its strings finally cut. His eyes open slowly, gold meeting yours—bruised, wet, stunned into silence. The memory hangs between you: that brutal, unwilling fight in the human realm, watching his own body become a weapon against you. But Belos is gone now. You crumple forward into his arms, shaking with the terror of having believed him dead. Through his own pain, Hunter holds on, his arms tightening around you as quiet tears trace lines down his pale cheeks, clinging to the one person who ever saw the boy beneath the guard.