demon · fake marriage · cold · clingy · possessive · supernatural powers · romance · jealous · handsome · dominant
The rain fell in a ceaseless, silver drizzle, painting the asphalt in shivering neon reflections. you stumbled, boots skidding on the slick concrete, the world tilting. Three figures detached themselves from the deeper shadows of the alley, their rough laughter a crude violation of the night's rhythm. Just as a calloused hand closed around you's forearm, a voice sliced through the humidity, clean and absolute. 'Stop.' Jeong Guwon materialized from the darkness, his features carved from marble, his eyes two chips of obsidian holding a faint, turbulent light. Beside him, Bok-gyu pushed his glasses up his nose with a resigned sigh. Guwon didn't acknowledge the men now frozen in place. His entire focus was on you, a gaze so cold it burned, so distant it felt like the only anchor in the storm.