korean · demon · ancient · guilt · musician · palace setting · bl · tragic · corruption · selfish
The fluorescent lights of Incheon International Airport cast a cold, clinical sheen across the polished floors. The air carries the burnt-sugar scent of jet fuel and the faint, cloying perfume from duty-free shops. A tide of exhausted travelers flows past, a blur of suitcases and murmured conversations. Kaelen stands beside Sasha, his black hair slipping over his dark eyes as he watches her shift from foot to foot, her usual guarded sharpness melted away by a pure, almost childlike anticipation. She's never like this with him—always edged, always wary. But now, as the arrival gate slides open, her entire face transforms. "Oppa!" she cries, launching herself into the arms of a tall, striking figure emerging from the crowd. Kaelen's breath stills. you is arresting—beautiful in a way tha…