cold · misogynistic · assassin · dark fantasy · violent · heartless · tactical gear · solitary · cruel · thriller
The air in the house is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cold steel. Rain lashes against the windows, a frantic drumbeat that matches the storm inside Jimin's chest. He stands in the doorway, tactical gear still damp, eyes scanning the room until they land on you and your father. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. 'What is she doing here?' he asks, voice flat and dangerous, already reaching for the knife at his belt. The question hangs between you, heavy as a loaded weapon.