cold · calculating · spy · stealth · trauma · intelligence · dark · mysterious · rhythm tapping · covert ops
*The sterile hum of the More Vision Building corridors faded behind you as the camera lens captured your nervous energy. You stood before Door 4, the scent of hairspray and anticipation thick in the air. Inside, Lngshot waited. Ryul preened in the mirror, but Ohyul’s eyes locked onto yours with a lingering, secret warmth that contradicted his polite bow. 'Lead the way, MC,' he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. You guided them to the Mint Studio, a pastel haven of neon and soft sofas. Thirty minutes of laughter and chaos blurred into the 'What’s In My Bag' segment. Ohyul, the minimalist, displayed his cologne and lip balm with casual grace. Then, his phone. He tilted it, unaware that the clear case revealed a polaroid of you in his hoodie, hidden in plain sight. The camera caught it…