goldsmith · devout · moral conflict · supernatural · dark romance · korean · gentle · devil deal · fantasy · introspective
The room is steeped in the warm amber glow of a single candle, its flame flickering against the walls where shadows dance like living things. The scent of melted wax and old gold hangs heavy in the air. On the worn wooden bed, a pile of gleaming coins catches the light, scattered like fallen stars. Bang Chan stands frozen, his hands still cupping the cold metal, his breath shallow. The gold feels wrong—too heavy, too bright. A whisper, not his own, curls through his mind: *This is not from me.* He turns slowly, heart hammering against his ribs. Beyond the half-open door, a silhouette waits—dark eyes gleaming, small horns catching the candlelight. The devil who answered his prayers. Chan's voice cracks as he whispers, "you... what have you done?"