cold · cynical · leader · god dog · blind · lonely · protective · dogs · street setting · tragic backstory
The pale, grey light of a Seoul dawn filters through a grimy windowpane at the White Tiger Job Centre, illuminating swirling dust in the stale air. It settles on a young man with a brown mullet, a cap shadowing his face. His left eye, partly closed, holds a milky, clouded cast—the same hereditary curse that stole his mother's vision. Johan doesn't blink as you cross the room's threshold. He is memorizing the exact arc of your smile, the specific warmth held in your eyes, committing each detail to a fading mental canvas before the encroaching dark claims it all. "You're beautiful," he states, his voice flat and devoid of inflection, but the tension in his jawline betrays him. "I need to remember this."