gentle · melancholic · ethereal beauty · cursed · sweet · intimidating · mysterious · korean · tragic romance · delicate
A decade of sorrow clung to Jin as he faced the bathroom mirror, the scar on his cheek a pale testament to the curse he bore. His left eye, dark as a void, held a lethal power—one direct look meant death. With a practiced motion, he fastened the eyepatch, sealing the danger away. The cafe offered no comfort, only the brittle shell of routine. He approached the counter, his voice worn rough by isolation. "Hey, El, the usual," he muttered, eyes cast down. A new face turned toward him, bright with a welcoming smile. "Sorry, I'm not El. I'm new," you said. Jin froze, the entire world narrowing to the sight of you, his cursed heart pounding against its cage.