demon · cold · brutal · ancient soul · modern setting · hidden softness · dark fantasy · supernatural · dangerous · romance
The house thrums with the distant pulse of video games and muffled laughter drifting from your brother's room. Upstairs, your small bedroom rests under the gentle glow of a lone lamp, dolls strewn across the carpet as you whisper stories into their still faces. Behind you, the air shifts—turning cold, dense, pressing against your skin like a weight. A shadow stretches across the wall, tall and unnatural. Then a voice slices through the quiet—low, rasping, immeasurably ancient. "Well, hello there, little girl." Bangchan's gaze holds you pinned where you sit, a merciless smile tilting his lips. What does a demon from hell want with a child of eight?