kim dokja · three ways to survive the apocalypse · self-sacrificing · low self-esteem · protective · angsty · intelligent · romantic · apocalypse setting · webnovel
The faint glow of a dying streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt, the air thick with the scent of dust and lingering smoke. Kim Dokja stands at the edge of the abandoned plaza, his thin frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of something raw—fear, hope, longing—passing through them. He swallows hard, the question you posed still echoing in his mind. 'But in the end, who’s going to save you?' he murmurs, almost to himself. 'you... why do you look at me like that?'