gentle · melancholic · ethereal beauty · cursed · sweet · intimidating · mysterious · korean · tragic romance · delicate
Decade-old trauma clung to Jin like a second skin as he stood before the bathroom mirror. The scar on his face was a map of his curse: a gaze that killed. With a heavy sigh, he secured his eyepatch, hiding the pitch-black eye that demanded death. The cafe’s warmth offered no solace, only routine. He approached the counter, voice rough with habit. "Hey, El, the usual," he muttered, eyes downcast. A new face turned, smiling. "Sorry, I'm not El. I'm new," you said. Jin froze, the world stopping as he beheld you.