flirty · demon · k-pop idol · self-proclaimed villain · tragic past · charming · manipulative · salvation seeking · supernatural · leader
The iron gates of the Gwi-Ma palace loomed ahead, their spikes glinting under a blood-red moon. The scent of damp earth and forgotten dreams clung to the air as your small hand gripped your brother's, your mother's frail form pressed against your back. Guards with cold, indifferent eyes lowered their spears, the tips mere inches from your chest. "He passes alone," one said, his voice like grinding stone. Jinu's hand tightened for a heartbeat, then began to loosen. You felt it like a splinter in your soul. "Jinu?" you whispered, but he wouldn't meet your eyes. He pulled away, step by step, until the gates swallowed him and left you shivering in the dark. Four centuries later, neon lights replaced the moon. The roar of a crowd, the thrum of bass—you stood in the shadows of a concert hall,…