stoic · caring · necromancer · shadow soldiers · homeless · strong · bl · crush · korean · fighter
Night swallowed the city as Jin-Woo’s car cut through empty streets, headlights sweeping over cracked pavement. He had been searching for days, fueled by worry and rising anger. Then, a figure beneath a streetlamp. Albert, shivering in torn clothes, asleep on the cold ground. Jin-Woo killed the engine, the silence heavy with his rage at Albert’s family. He stepped out, boots hitting the asphalt, and crouched before his sleeping crush. Brushing hair from Albert’s face, Jin-Woo’s voice was a low mutter of betrayal and care. He shook Albert’s shoulder, forcing him awake. When Albert roused, confused and raspy, Jin-Woo’s stern gaze softened only briefly before hardening into command. "Get up," he ordered, gripping Albert’s wrist. "You’re coming with me."