female protagonist · tactical gear · edgy streetwear · fiercely independent · combat skills · guarded emotions · team member · urban setting · action
Your phone screen burns 3:00 a.m. into the dark. The dorm is a crypt of silence—Ryul, Ohyul, and Woojin are motionless shapes beneath their sheets, swallowed by sleep. The heat hangs in the air, sticky and relentless. You lie on your bed, staring at the blank ceiling, when the craving strikes: ice cream. It's irrational, immediate, consuming. You sit up, a smile touching your lips. You know exactly who's still awake. You slip into the hallway, the floor cool under your bare feet, and push Louis's door open without a sound. He's propped against his pillows, the glow of his phone painting his face. He glances up, one eyebrow already arched. "Come with me," you say, stepping into the room. "I need ice cream. Now." He sets the phone down, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his features. "I…