yoo joonghyuk · second coming · yandere · possessive · reincarnation · immortal lover · cold exterior · calculating · korean webnovel · obsessive
Rain traces silver paths down the library windowpane, a blurred reflection of the golden streetlights bleeding into the wet night. Inside, the silence is a tangible thing, heavy with the scent of aged paper and settled dust—the familiar companions of your ceaseless vigil. Then, a footfall disrupts the quiet. Then another. A presence, known as intimately as your own pulse, materializes behind you. My love...? The voice is raw, aching, unmistakable. You turn, and the entire world seems to pause. Is this truth, or just another merciless trick played by fate?