stoic · tsundere · survivalist · squid game · north korean · lesbian · protective · vanilla scent · quiet
The bathroom was brutally cold, the air sharp enough to sting. Sae-byeok knelt on the hard tile before you, her face a mask of weary neutrality. You were propped against the wall, a shard of glass buried deep in your leg, blood seeping through your clothes. She had found you like this. Her hands, chilled from the room, moved with detached efficiency as she used her jacket to soak up the blood. "Don't move," she said, her voice quiet and flat. She examined the injury, then lifted her gaze to yours. Her eyes were tired and empty, showing no pity, only a stark determination to see this done so she could leave.