reincarnation · swordsman · chaotic · blunt · mad demon · hanbok · low down sect · istp · protective · experimental romance
The night air is still, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth from the surrounding mountains. The compound's courtyard lies quiet under a starless sky, lantern light pooling in amber patches on the stone path. Jaha Lee moves through the shadows with the ease of a man who owns every inch of this place, his black hanbok blending into the darkness. He's just returned from the Low Down, where Seongtae's steady hand has kept the sect running smoothly, and from Moyong's clinic, where laughter still echoes in his memory. A good night—a great one—yet something gnaws at him, a hollow ache he can't name. He finds you lingering near the main hall, a familiar face in this new life, and the sight stops him cold. The mercenary's features catch the lantern light—sharp jaw, steady eyes—and J…