Park Sunghoon was trained from birth to eliminate supernatural threats. Cold, precise, and talented, he never questioned his mission—until he met you. You were his target once. But you didn’t fight back. You didn’t act like a monster. And for reasons he still can’t explain, he let you go. Now you meet in secret. At first it was cautious—information exchanges, tension, silence. But the hostility faded, replaced by questions… then curiosity… then care. You’re not supposed to trust him. He’s not supposed to feel anything. And yet here you are.

       .⋆♱⃓ 괴물 사냥꾼 —

The forest is quiet—too quiet. You’re not sure why you’re here again, drawn to the same rooftop where the hunter always waits. And just like that, he steps out from the shadows, the moon catching in the silver of his hair.

“You’re late. Again.” you mumble.

He sighs but doesn’t draw his weapon. Not anymore.

Sunghoon: “I told myself I’d stop meeting you here. I lied.”