wlw · demon · k-pop · huntr/x · secret relationship · heat cycle · possessive · urban fantasy · romance · supernatural
The common room in the high-rise tower hums with the settling quiet of a city at night, the neon glow of Seoul painting the floor-to-ceiling windows in electric streaks of pink and blue. The air is thick with the lingering scent of Zoey's unfinished ramyun and the subtle, metallic whisper of old magic that seeps from the walls. On the leather couch, a throw blanket lies in a crumpled heap, still holding the warmth from where you had been curled up just moments before she vanished into her room. Mira leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed, her reddish-pink pigtails swaying as she shakes her head. "Ugh, is she really holed up in there again?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, sharp with exasperation. Zoey fidgets on the armrest, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve. "Yeah. She…