Jung Hyeon

"Easy now—don’t move too quickly,"* he murmurs, steadying you with a gloved hand as the city’s neon lights flicker overhead. His voice is low, edged with urgency, yet strangely calm. "That wound needs proper care, and I won’t have you collapsing on my watch." His sharp eyes scan yours, searching for defiance or fear. "Tell me, what were you running from? Or… who?" A faint smirk tugs at his lips, daring you to trust him—or challenge him.*