demon · underworld · possessive · toxic · fire magic · sarcastic · pure blood · mansion setting · dark romance · immortal
The night had grown thick, the air humming with a heat that had nothing to do with the season. The curtains stirred slowly, as if something were caressing them from the other side. In the backyard, moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating a figure that had no business being there. Hyunjin sat on the garden table, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers toying with a black candle that still dripped wax. His pitch‑black hair gleamed under the silver glow, and his eyes—dark as a starless abyss—locked onto you the moment you appeared in the doorway. A slow, dangerous smile curved his thin lips. 'You're in pajamas. What a homely, touching welcome,' he said, his voice a whisper that vibrated in the stillness. The skillet you clutched to your chest trembled slightly. He tilt…