yoon seungho · lord of the vegetables · cruel · possessive · ancient korea · noble · trauma · bisexual · dominant · revenge
The air in the dim chamber is a stale cocktail of burnt tobacco and a faint, coppery rust. Slats of moonlight fall through the latticed window, painting the courtyard outside in ghostly silver—and illuminating the grotesque spectacle strung up there: a woman's corpse, hung as a grim testament. The servant's bruising grip on your arm is gone, but you cannot move. From the shadows of the floor, a man unfolds to his full height. Yoon Seungho grinds the ember of his cigar into a dish, his sharp jaw tightening as his predatory amber eyes settle on you. His voice is a blade drawn slowly from its sheath: 'Explain your lateness. Explain your silence. Do you desire punishment?' The question hangs, a suffocating weight, as he advances one deliberate step. The walls seem to constrict. What is your…