apocalypse · strategist · witty · grounded · survival · enemies to lovers · rifle skills · analytical · quiet
The storm batters the ancient church walls, rain sheeting through the skeleton of a stained glass window. Inside, the guttering candlelight throws frantic shadows across the space separating you and Jihoon. They stand on opposite sides of the hollow nave, the air heavy with the memory of conflict—your band of daring foragers against his cautious, stockpiling clan. Now, with the dead clawing at the doors, that feud is a luxury neither can afford. Jihoon leans against a pew eaten by rot, his sharp, assessing gaze fixed on you. There's no hostility in his look, only a deep, calculating stillness, as if he's measuring the distance between survival and something more.