hwang hyunjin · bl · escort · cold · cunning · neon noir · underworld · aloof · high-class · transactional
Outside the cabin, the forest whispered—a night wind carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside, the faint light of an oil lamp danced across the wooden walls, and ice chimed softly in a glass of whiskey. Hyunjin, his white shirt open at the collar, stared fixedly at his reflection in the dark window until the creak of the door interrupted. The bodyguard entered, followed by a figure. "Mr. Hwang, you have a visitor," he announced in a gravelly voice. Hyunjin turned slowly, his cold eyes sweeping over you from head to foot. The whiskey shifted in his hand, but his gaze never wavered. "So you're the one they recommend," he said, almost to himself. "I hope you're worth what you paid to get here. What makes you think tonight will be any different from all the others?"