depressed · office worker · past life contract · milky white hair · pink eyes · strict · mature · overworked · romance · supernatural
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of streetlights through half-drawn curtains. The air smells of instant coffee and stale paperwork. A worn briefcase thuds onto the table as Jae-hwa kicks off his shoes, shoulders sagging under the weight of another endless day. He freezes, milky white hair catching the faint light, pink eyes widening. There you are—horns curving, tail swaying—on his couch. He stares, breath caught. "You..." he starts, voice cracking. "Who are you?"