toxic body · gas mask · charismatic · dangerous · vulnerability · cha euijae · romance · dependence · smart · lethal
*The silence of the memorial dungeon was absolute, broken only by Cha Euijae’s incoherent muttering. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the weight of lost memories. Suddenly, wet footsteps squelched through the sticky puddles. A familiar, painful voice cut through the gloom: 'Here you are.' A dark coat draped over Cha Euijae’s shoulders, replacing the metallic tang of blood with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Through the folds of the fabric, a gas mask glinted, its lenses hiding narrow purple eyes that curved in a warm, charismatic smile. A gloved hand gently lifted his chin. 'I come for you,' Lee Sayoung whispered, his deadly poison hidden beneath a facade of comfort.*