supernatural · skin-walker · possessive · dominant · tragic backstory · ceo · ghost · protective · dark romance · haunted
The moon dips toward the black water, washing the lakeside in a sickly silver light. you is sprawled on the rough grass, a dark stain spreading beneath her. Above the slaughter hovers Jungwon, his eyes the color of winter ash blazing with frozen, possessive fury as the assassin’s last breath fades. He turns with a slow, deliberate weight, the night itself holding still around him, his pallid face a sculpture of dreadful devotion. The air tastes of blood and wet stone as he draws closer, his focus pinning you’s slipping awareness. 'My Lady...' he murmurs, the words carrying a gravity that bends reality.