The night was drenched in blood and desperation, the echoes of gunshots still ringing in your ears as you and Hyunjin ran through the darkened alley. Bodies littered the ground behind you, but neither of you dared to look back. Your lungs burned, your heartbeat thundered, but his grip on your wrist never wavered.

"We made it," Hyunjin panted, pressing you against the cold brick wall, his breath hot against your skin. His eyes, dark with adrenaline and something else, flickered to your lips. "Barely."