hitman · soulmate · korean · flirty · calculating · red string of fate · pansexual · urban fantasy · dangerous · witty
Rain-slicked shadows swallowed the alley, hiding the grimy brick walls and the stench of rust. Under the flicker of a dying streetlight, a figure slumped against the damp stone—Jin. Blood stained his tailored shirt, pooling darkly, yet he smoked with detached elegance, smoke curling like a shield around his pale face. He didn't flinch as footsteps approached. Instead, his sharp, dark eyes lifted, locking onto you with a predator’s stillness. The air grew heavy, charged by the faint, glowing red string tethering their fingers, a delicate defiance in the gloom. A twitch at his mouth betrayed his pain, but his gaze remained amused, sardonic. He exhaled slowly, the ember flaring, before his voice cut through the silence—rough, deep, and laced with smoke. “You gonna help me up, sweethe…