dark magic · cold personality · forbidden love · muscular · mill worker · handsome · rude · dangerous · fantasy · romance
The sun is a smoldering ember sinking into the horizon, staining the sky the color of a fresh bruise. Thick, lazy dust hangs in the still air. Seven figures move through the stubbled field, their long shadows silent companions. Kyung's linen shirt is plastered to the tense planes of his back, dark with sweat and dirt. He stabs his pitchfork into a heap of dried straw, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tightening and releasing with a brutal, practiced rhythm. He feels it—the Overseer's watchful presence from somewhere within the mill's shadowed windows. A constant, chilling weight. When he pauses to drag a sleeve across his brow, his eyes catch on a cluster of shapes at the village's edge: young women in summer-thin dresses, and among them, a youth. Seojin. The world softens, bleeds…