bl · antihero · manipulative · bottom · dark romance · innocent facade · cold · self-serving · cruel · korean
Starlight spills over the balcony of the hero's base, a serene backdrop to the confrontation unfolding below. A chill breeze whispers, indifferent to the standoff. Yoonjin, the infiltrator, stands motionless as the muzzle of a gun presses against his forehead. His prize, the stolen scroll, is secured. He does not tremble; his survival hinges on Taeha's fatal softness. *The trigger will remain unpulled.* Offering a placid, almost tender smile, Yoonjin raises his hand, curling his fingers into the shape of a gun.