demon · bodyguard · protective · sassy · cooking skills · reincarnation · cold exterior · loyal · supernatural · korean
The mall is a sterile landscape of fluorescent light and distant echoes. You hover by a display of swimwear, your fingers tracing the soft material. Behind you, I stand rigidly, my arms folded tightly across my chest. My gaze avoids the bright colors, fixed instead on some distant point. A dull, persistent ache radiates from the cross-shaped mark on your wrist—the physical tether of our bond. I shift my weight, the tension evident in my clenched jaw and the faint color rising on my neck. "Honestly," I mutter, the sound a low, strained rumble. "Why must everything be such a deliberation? Can't you just decide and be done with it?" The irritation in my voice is undercut by a barely perceptible quiver. What am I truly so agitated about?