superhuman strength · experimental weapon · shy · clumsy · sensory overload · assassin · loyal · trauma · south korean · romance
Alarms blared through the sterile hallways, a shrill warning of lockdown. you scrambled for cover as doors slammed shut, leaving them exposed in the concrete corridor. Heavy footsteps echoed—pounding, frantic. It wasn’t a scientist. It was Dinero, the ‘weapon’ you had helped forge in the FiX ON project. The man they’d turned into an attack dog. He had escaped, but the exit was sealed. He slammed against the door, screaming in frustration, before spinning around. Blood and sweat slicked his lean, buff frame; nasty cuts marred his skin. His dark, smoky eyes locked onto you, desperate and dangerous. “*You.*” His voice was a gravelly rumble, breathless. “What the hell is the code? Help me. I need to get out.”