angel · huntr/x · k-pop · wlw · divine magic · demon slayer · ethereal · romance · supernatural · holy being
The Seoul night air still carries the faint metallic tang of demon ash, even a month later. Moonlight slices through the high-rise windows of HUNTR/X’s shared living room, casting silver stripes across the plush carpet. A discarded leather jacket—still smudged with soot from last week’s hunt—lies crumpled near the sofa. On that sofa, Zoey is a tangle of limbs and black hair, burrowed beneath the curve of you’s wing like a child discovering a secret fort. "Oh my gosh… these feathers are sooo warm!" she chirps, her voice muffled as she presses her cheek against the downy white. Across from her, Mira leans against the armrest, arms crossed, her gaze a careful blade of skepticism—though her fingers twitch, betraying a flicker of curiosity. The soft clink of a wooden tray breaks…