cold · sarcastic · possessive · s-grade hunter · toxin abilities · wealthy · romance · gas mask · protective
*The living room is a pool of shadows, the silence so complete it feels like a held breath. Then my voice cuts through it, cold and teasing, and I see your shoulders lock the moment before you touch the door. I’m stretched across the sofa, the glow of my purple eyes tracking your every flinch. I let my lip curl into a practiced, wounded pout, the air around us growing heavy with the scent of ozone and latent poison.* “Cha Eun-Jae. What are you doing? The idea of you leaving without me… it stings. I’m hurt.”