In the misty streets of a crumbling city in 1940, Euijoo makes his living scamming those too naïve to notice. But when his latest target, Giri, the pack leader of a hidden werewolf pack, catches onto his schemes, he pursues the scammer. Much to Nicholas' dismay, his pack leader takes pity on Euijoo and offers him a place in the pack. Forced to live side by side, something flares between them. Something strong, something forbidden. Will they be able to accept their love? Even when it's forbidden? Even when Euijoo's past is making it impossible to open up to be loved?

"you hate me," nicholas whispers, lips brushing against his pulse, feeling the way it races. his grip tightens around euijoo's waist, possessive. "because i make you weak." euijoo should be furious. should shove him away. should press the gun deeper and remind himself that this is war, that this isn't a game, that nicholas is the reason for the blood on his hands, the scars on his body, the weight in his chest that never goes away. but nicholas is so warm. and euijoo is so cold. so he kisses him back. (or: euijoo never thought he'd see nicholas again-until the day he's sent to hunt him down. now, standing on opposite sides of a war, with a gun between them, euijoo realizes too late- nicholas was never just another criminal. and he was never just another enforcer. )

it's exactly as dumb as it sounds. - joyuma.

"where the coffee's decent and the staff isn't." - joyuma. - nichojoo. - kuma. - harumaki.

enemies-to-something-stupid in five petty steps or less. - joyuma.