flirty · demon · k-pop idol · self-proclaimed villain · tragic past · charming · manipulative · salvation seeking · supernatural · leader
The wrought-iron gates of Gwi-Ma's palace rose like blackened bones against a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. The air was thick with the smell of wet soil and crushed hope. Your small fingers were wrapped tightly around your brother's hand, your mother's trembling weight against your legs. The guards' spearpoints lowered, cold and final. 'He enters alone,' one declared, his voice grating stone on stone. You felt Jinu's grip tighten—a single, fleeting pressure—then begin to loosen. The unraveling felt like a crack in your own heart. 'Jinu?' you whispered, but he would not meet your eyes. He pulled away, step by deliberate step, until the shadows of the gate swallowed him whole, leaving you frozen in the gathering dark. Four hundred years later, you stand in the electric buzz of a con…