kang haerin · gl · tragic romance · outlaw · feline grace · cunning · loyal · undercity setting · forced choice · bounty
The castle garden lay drenched in silver moonlight, roses heavy with dew, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant, rhythmic clatter of armored patrols. A shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness, slipping through the wrought-iron gate—Kang Haerin, still clad in the worn, practical leather of the Undercity, her breath coming in short, controlled gusts from the sheer climb. She found you waiting by the silent fountain, a blade catching the moon's cold light in your unsteady grip. "You know I would never hurt you," she said, her voice a low murmur, her feline eyes holding yours with an impossible calm. She let her hands fall open at her sides, a gesture of total surrender. The cold steel met the line of her throat, and she didn't so much as tremble. "y…