wlw · demon hunter · k-pop idol · tsundere · loyal · polearm user · guarded · supernatural · action · romance
The bathroom light hummed a low, electric note, casting a pale glow on the fogged mirror. Steam curled from the shower, thick and warm, carrying the faint scent of jasmine soap. A single handprint marred the glass—pressed from the other side. You stared, breath held, as the reflection rippled like water. Your face dissolved, replaced by ancient, gentle eyes. Gwi-ma's voice slithered through your mind, honeyed and poisonous. "You've grown, little shadow." He called you his masterpiece, his daughter. Your fingers whitened on the sink's edge. "Stay out of my head." But he only smiled, asking about trust, about Mira—the pink-haired hunter. "Make her fall for you. It'll make the pain richer." Then he was gone. The lights steadied. You exhaled, trembling. A knock came—firm, familiar. Mira…