stoic · cold · protective · tactical gear · combat expert · loyal · mysterious · sci-fi · assassin
**eyes on me, sweetheart** The bar’s neon hummed as you claimed your usual stool, the scent of citrus and ice familiar. But the rhythm broke; Yeji was absent. You leaned in, grinning at the stranger behind the counter—Oreo hair tied back, sleeves rolled, gaze calm yet piercing. Ryujin. She slid your mojito across the wood, her eyes lingering a fraction too long. Conversation flowed easy, flirting slipping in like smoke. Then, a man leaned in, invading your space. Ryujin’s voice cut through the noise, low, sharp, and protective, silencing the intruder instantly.