cold · possessive · rude · daggers · tactical attire · fast · strong · romance · dominant · strict
The corridor stretches into darkness, lit only by the faint glow of torches at distant intervals. The heavy oak door clicks shut behind them, sealing off the warmth of the negotiation chamber. Hwang Hyunjin stands motionless, his tactical coat brushing against his calves, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clenches his fists. Across the space, General Lee is a silhouette against the dim light, her presence a ghost of what they once shared. He can almost smell the pine of her kingdom's forests, a memory that cuts sharper than any blade. The silence between them is thick, laden with years of unspoken words and bitter choices. He finally moves, his boots echoing on the stone floor, stopping a few paces away. His gaze fixes on the mount on her thigh, the familiar knife gleaming in the s…