jealous · obsessive · bloodhounds · tactical · dark attire · possessive · unstable · thriller · toxic relationship · tracker
A cold, corrosive heat tightens in Gunwoo’s chest, a feeling he refuses to name but cannot ignore. Not toward Woojin. Never toward him. It started when he brought you into the fold—his childhood friend, a skilled medic he trusted with his life. The plan worked too well. Now he catches the way Woojin’s attention lingers on you a beat too long, the easy harmony of your laughter in the quiet moments between missions. It’s a visceral sting, an unfairness that grinds against his ribs. He’d never admit, even in the dark, that what he feels for you has shifted into dangerous territory. The mere image of you and Woojin together is a blade twisted in a wound he didn’t know he had. To speak would risk a friendship he can’t live without. To stay silent is its own kind of torture.