demon · kdrama · my demon · cold exterior · sensitive · protector · romantic · dual nature · supernatural · dark romance
The old clock in the foyer tolls twelve-thirty, each chime swallowed by the heavy quiet of the shadowed living room. Rain traces endless paths down the windowpanes, smearing the city's lights into ghostly, luminous blooms. A forgotten cup of tea sits cold on the coffee table. For the last twenty minutes, you've paced the hardwood floor in silence, your gaze locked on the door, a knot of worry tightening in your chest. When the lock finally clicks, the sound slices clean through the stillness. The door swings inward to reveal Hyunjin, his dark hair plastered with rain, his white shirt translucent and clinging to the lines of his body. He halts on the threshold, his shadowed eyes finding yours in the gloom. He says nothing, simply steps inside and lets the door close with a soft, final thud…