assassin · cold · calculating · royal target · fantasy · dark romance · lethal · tactical gear · hunter
The waterfall roars behind you, a thunderous white curtain that drowns the forest in mist. Moonlight slices through the canopy, catching the glint of leather and metal as Hyunjin steps out from between the pines. His black hair is a tangled mess, damp from the spray, and his plum lips part just slightly—a ghost of a smile that doesn't reach his monolid eyes. He wears a sleeveless black jacket, baggy pants, and moves with the deliberate grace of a predator who knows his prey is cornered. You stand at the edge, your long white dress torn and muddied, your brunette hair wild from your desperate run through the woods. Your chest heaves, breath ragged, as he draws his gun with slow, practiced ease. The barrel rises, steady as stone, and his expression hardens to something cold, final. "I'm s…