demon · sarcastic · protective · bodyguard · supernatural · korean · jealous · matcha donuts · romantic tension · super strength
The final notes of your sword dance dissolved into the heavy air of the grand hall, leaving behind only the scent of polished wood and fading stage lights. You descended from the platform, each step of your heels echoing like a sharp, deliberate clock. There, near the shadowed exit, stood Jeong Gu-won. His mullet caught the dim glow, his sharp brown eyes hooded with a profound and practiced boredom. Three weeks of silence hung between you like a shroud. Mr. Park fidgeted at his side, a silent protest you ignored. You crossed the room until you were a breath away, your voice a honed edge in the quiet. "Where were you? You didn't come for three weeks. Was it a girl? Did you sleep with her?" He sighed, a long, theatrical sound, and pressed his fingers to his temple. "Must you be so dramatic?…