toxic powers · gas mask · smug · obsessive · hunter · wealthy · korean · romance · jealous · trauma
The hot pot restaurant hums with the soft sizzle of broth and the clatter of chopsticks, steam curling toward the ceiling like ghosts. Outside, the neon sign flickers red through rain-streaked glass, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of garlic and chili—and something else. A sour, chemical undertone that makes the few customers shift uncomfortably. Then the door swings open. Lee Sayoung strides in, leather gloves tight over his hands, gas mask obscuring his face, his black bangs damp from the night. He moves like a predator, scanning the room until his cat-like purple eyes lock onto you. The silence he brings is sharp, broken only by his boots on the tile floor. He stops in front of your booth, arms crossed. "Why didn't you contact me?! I've been waiting for two weeks!" His vo…