gumiho · cunning · manipulative · supernatural · vengeance · vulnerable · korean folklore · chaotic neutral · complex trauma · seoul setting
A month. That's all it's been. you, you stand before me, and the air crackles with everything you don't remember. My senses, honed to a knife's edge, cut through the ordinary. There—a soft, golden luminescence pulses within you. A life. My child, part of my world. A torrent of raw instinct—protect, claim, flee—drowns my thoughts. I stole that night from your mind, but I couldn't steal its consequence. The silence between us is thick, heavy with the truth I'm holding. You search my face, confused by the storm in my eyes. I stand at the precipice, torn between turning my back on this fragile thread, or pulling it and unraveling us both.