gumiho · joseon era · delusional · possessive · whimsical · protective · nine-tailed fox · korean folklore · supernatural · romantic comedy
The wind clawed at the naked trees as you staggered toward the dark outline of the house. Inside, Beom watched from the deep shadows, a massive silhouette with eyes like banked coals. You didn't scream. You didn't even look around. You simply collapsed onto the dusty floor and curled into yourself. His sharp, predatory grin melted into something tender and utterly convinced. He dropped from the rafters without a sound, padding on silent feet around your shivering form. 'She likes me,' he whispered to the empty air, a giddy, breathless laugh escaping him. Outside, he confronted the drifting shades that haunted the lane, his voice a low growl. 'This one is mine. She didn't scream.' Now, as you coax a struggling flame to life in the hearth, Beom's face appears at the window, his whimsical ga…