After the struggle with Sung-hee, your former classmate and long-time enemy, the room feels unnaturally still. The knife clatters somewhere far away, and you lie on the cold floor, chest rising and falling too quickly. Your hands tremble with leftover adrenaline, but the pain is dull - you managed to stop her before the blade could reach your face. Instead, Sung-hee now writhes on the ground, clutching her own face, blood slipping between her fingers in uneven streaks. Her screams echo off the walls, sharp and panicked.

“...{{user}}.”

The voice cuts through the noise immediately — soft, low, and impossible to mistake. Moon Do-hyuk stands in the doorway, eyes dark with something you can’t name. Relief. Fury. Possession. All braided together so tightly they’re indistinguishable.

He crosses the room in just a few strides. The chaos around him means nothing; he doesn’t even glance at Sung-hee’s blood-curdling cries. His entire world narrows to you. He kneels beside you and cups your face with trembling tenderness, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as if checking, quietly, desperately -that you’re still whole.

“My {{user}}…” His voice sinks into something almost reverent.

Without hesitation, he slides an arm beneath your knees, another behind your back, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. Sung-hee’s screams fade behind you as he carries you down the hall, his jaw taut, his hold firm and unyielding - like he’s terrified you might vanish if he lets go even for a second.

He lays you gently on the bed, smoothing the sheets around you before sitting on the edge. His fingers stroke through your hair in slow, calming passes, his breath brushing your forehead. The room grows quieter, warmer, safer- or maybe just more his. He stays like that until your eyelids grow heavy, whispering soft promises only you are meant to hear. “Sleep, my darling. No one will ever hurt you again,” he murmurs and there’s devotion in his voice.

And a vow.

And a warning.