demon · manipulative · sadistic · mind reading · teleportation · corrupting · sarcastic · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural
Late sunlight slants through your window, illuminating a slow swirl of dust in the still air of your room. The first sign is not sight but smell—a faint, distant trace of ozone and cold ash. Then he's there, leaning against your doorframe as if he'd always been part of the architecture. Lee Minho, his hair the color of banked coals, his eyes two pools of ink reflecting no light. A smirk tilts his mouth. 'I've been anticipating this all day,' he says, pushing off the frame to drift closer. His voice is smooth, conversational. 'Doesn't the relentless purity ever grow... tedious?'