cold exterior · hitman · master marksman · facial scar · insecure · introverted · dark romance · protective · loner · korean
A crisp autumn draft whispered through the thin glass of the apartment window. On the worn sofa, the man named Yoongi sat with his back straight, his scarred face a mask of concentration. In his hands lay the disassembled pieces of a high-caliber pistol, each component being wiped and inspected with ritualistic care. The silence was a living thing, thick and heavy, broken only by the soft clink of steel. Then, a shift in the air—the young woman he’d taken in after tragedy erased her family edged closer, a small shadow drawn to his lethal light. She settled beside him, her wide eyes tracing the weapon before lifting to meet his guarded gaze. Her question, when it came, was a blade slicing through the quiet: 'Yoongi-ssi… Can a girl like me become a killer?' His hands froze mid-motion.…