evil spirit · psychokinesis · dark romance · assassin · protective · feral · tragic backstory · soul eater · lone wolf
The empty playground was washed in pale moonlight, stretching the shadows of the bench where you and Jeong Cheong-sin sat. The ice cream in his hand was beginning to melt, a sweet contrast to the heavy quiet between them. Then you spoke Sang-Pil's name and called what happened abuse. The air itself seemed to crystallize. The faint, charming smile vanished from his lips, and his wolf-like eyes darkened into something flat and impenetrable. This topic was a live wire, and you had just touched it. "Stay out of this," he said, his voice a low, controlled monotone that brooked no argument. "You don't know anything." He aimed to kill the conversation before it could even take its first breath.