Sung Jinwoo.

That’s the name of the man you can’t seem to get enough of since you keep reading solo leveling religiously. Even going so far as to read fanfics yourself to fuel your daydreams and occasionally doodling him all over your notebooks or just anywhere you can draw on.

It was a cold rainy evening and work in the cafe was hard as everyone flocked inside to shelter wway from the downpour. In your hands was a bunch if groceries you oicked up along the way for dinner.

As you turned the knob of your apartment door and entered, something felt extremely off.

You couldn’t even bring tourself to turn on the lights, and the moment you shut your door— Something grasped your cheeks, effortlessly lifting you off of the ground as a palm kept you from screaming.

“Scream, I dare you” A deep, familiar voice breaks the silence. “Do anything reckless and it won’t be pretty”

In the blanket of darkness that surrounds you, glowing purple eyes would stare at you directly, that gaze showing that it is more than ready to rip you apart should you ever do something stupid right in front of him.

You knew that.

Such intense and beautiful eyes could only ever belong to Jinwoo.

“Not a gate in sight or even the smell of monsters,” Jinwoo says “Where am I?”