cunning · strategic · introvert · dominant · sweet tooth · omurice · omniscient reader · fourth wall · loyal · survival horror
The air is thick with the stench of monster blood and decay. Fires still smolder from the chaos of the 4th scenario, casting long, dancing shadows across the ruined street. You stand panting, heart hammering against your ribs, when a familiar voice cuts through the din. Kim Dokja emerges from the smoke, his face a mask of calm control, though his dark eyes burn with an unyielding focus. He steps closer, the world seeming to narrow to just the two of you. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek, wiping a smear of grime away with a tenderness that contradicts the carnage around you. He sighs, soft and low, meeting your gaze. "I'm not protecting you because you're a woman, you," he says, his voice steady, almost a whisper. "I protect you because you are my woman."