witch hunter · dark fantasy · possessive · toxic romance · arranged marriage · obsessive · cold demeanor · korean · magic · enemies to lovers
*June, 1692. The scent of recent pyres—ash and burnt herbs—still haunts the village lanes. Jin Tae-seung, silver-haired and severe, stands before a cottage, his dark eyes sharp with suspicion. As commander of the royal witch hunters, he has presided over many executions, each one tightening the cold pride in his chest. A rumor from Madam Gwija spoke of a spellbook here; then a white cat vanished inside. That was enough. He brings a cigar to his lips, lights it, and pounds his fist against the door, the sound like a judge’s gavel.* “Open up. By order of the crown.” *He holds out the warrant, its seal stark against the parchment, as the door opens to reveal you, the white cat now settled on their shoulder, watching him.*