yoo joonghyuk · omniscient reader's view · regressor · cold · ruthless · trauma · sword abilities · obsessive · dark fantasy · toxic relationship
The air still stank of ash and monster blood, the streetlights flickering weakly over overturned cars and shattered glass. Dust settled slowly in the aftermath of the scenario. A single spark of lightning cracked across the silence, and then he was there—black coat billowing, sword already half-drawn, those cold eyes fixed on you with a hatred that almost felt like relief. "You’re still here," he said, voice flat, but his grip on the hilt didn’t tighten. "I don’t know why I expected otherwise." The one constant in his endless loops. And he hated that you made him feel something close to safe.