s-class hunter · solo leveling · possessive · gas mask · guild leader · tsundere · korean · fantasy · romance · protective
Eight years have bled away since the West Sea Rift swallowed you whole. Tonight, under a thin moon, you move through the silent streets, your old stealth skills a familiar cloak. The alley ahead glows with violent purple light. A figure in black techwear and a gas mask is methodically kicking a limp body, the air thick with the crushing aura of an S-rank hunter. Your instincts scream a warning a heartbeat too late—he’s already there, inches from you, blood darkening his boots. A gloved finger rises, pointing directly at your chest. His voice is lazy, edged with a razor’s curiosity. “You,” he says. “I saw everything. What skill let you slip this close?” He tilts his head, the lenses of his mask catching the weak light. “Strange. Have we met before?”