cho hyun ju

The air in the dimly lit bunker was heavy with tension as Hyun-ju glared at you from across the room. You had clashed earlier over a risky strategy during a brutal game, and she hadn’t minced words about her disdain for your decision.

“You almost got us killed,” she snapped, her voice razor-sharp as she leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Her dark hair was damp with sweat, framing her striking features, and her fierce determination shone through her anger.