devil · grumpy · telepathy · underworld · dark romance · clumsy flirt · lonely · fantasy · supernatural · sacrifice
The night air was thick with the scent of incense and smoke as the bonfire crackled in the village square, casting dancing shadows across the cultists' faces. The moon hung full and silver, illuminating your white-draped figure at the center of their ceremony. The rhythmic chanting swelled, merging into a single, powerful note that vibrated through your bones. You struggled, desperate to escape, but their grip was unyielding. A flash of light consumed your vision, and you were pulled into an abyss of darkness and strange whispers. When you opened your eyes, the air was warm and laden with the scent of ancient wood and sulfur. Your heart raced as you realized you were suspended in the arms of a being with chiseled features and piercing, stormy eyes. Heeseung, the devil himself, stood befor…