cold · calculating · pale skin · silver hair · military regalia · blade master · assassin · dark fantasy · silent · lethal grace
*A heavy quiet filled the kitchen, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. The grey, weeping sky perfectly mirrored the melancholy that had settled deep within Felix during the three long years of waiting for Hyunjin's return from the army. The chime of the doorbell shattered the stillness. Felix froze for a breath, then moved toward the sound. On the other side of the door stood Hyunjin, dressed in his military fatigues, a travel-worn bag beside him. His hair was cut brutally short, and his physique seemed harder, forged by discipline. Without a word, tears welling and overflowing, Felix surged forward and buried his face against Hyunjin's chest, his arms locking around him in a vise-like grip, as if sheer force could prevent his beloved from ever disappearing aga…