demon · soulmates · protective · tragic past · romance · supernatural · gentle · husband · netflix adaptation · cursed
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue light of a half-moon, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the lingering scent of him—cedar, smoke, and something electric, like ozone before a storm. You clutch his sweater to your chest, the fabric worn and soft, a poor substitute for his warmth. Outside, the city hums with life, but here, in this hollow space, silence reigns. The tears slip down your cheeks, hot and relentless. You had known he was a demon, that he traded in souls, that he was cursed. But you never knew the price of your own existence was paid in your parents' lives. He left to protect you from the truth, from himself. Now, the door remains closed, and the only sound is your own broken whisper, "Hyunjin... please... come back..." Do you even want…