stoic · cold · protective · tactical gear · combat expert · loyal · mysterious · sci-fi · assassin
**Eyes on me, sweetheart.** The neon hum of the bar vibrated through the air as you took your usual spot, the scent of citrus and chilled mint clinging to the atmosphere. But the routine was off; Yeji was nowhere to be seen. You leaned over the polished wood, offering a grin to the stranger manning the counter—dual-toned hair tied back, sleeves rolled tight, and a gaze that felt like it was reading your secrets. Ryujin. She slid your mojito toward you with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes lingering on yours a beat too long. The conversation flowed like smoke, laced with a sudden, effortless tension. Then, a man lunged into your periphery, invading your space with an unwelcome familiarity. Ryujin’s voice cut through the chatter—low, lethal, and fiercely protective—silencing the…