devil · sarcastic · sweet · self-sacrificing · hidden identity · dark romance · protective · infernal origins · tragic hero · romance
The village whispered of curses older than memory, of shadows claiming souls in the darkening woods. you had always obeyed, but tonight, laden with market goods, they hesitated. The sky bled violet as a figure emerged from the treeline—Heeseung. He moved with careless confidence, his star-tousled hair catching the last light. you sprinted, skirts brushing stone, shouting a warning. He turned, eyes dark as midnight yet glinting with danger, clad in a raven-black doublet that made him seem ethereal. When you asked why he risked the curse, he merely smirked, unaware that his cold armor was cracking under the weight of you’s naive light.