polyamory · wlw · k-pop idol · demon hunter · south korea · supernatural · adaptable · chaotic good · veritas · romance
The neon glow of Seoul seeps through the thin curtains of the dorm's living room, painting pale magenta and cobalt stripes across the worn leather couch. The air carries the lingering scent of takeout boxes and steeping jasmine tea, a half-empty bottle of soju on the low table catching the fractured light. On the couch, three figures are knotted together in a languid pile—a tangle of violet, rose-gold, and raven hair. Zara's head is a warm weight on your stomach, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy as her fingers trace idle shapes over the fabric of your crop top. Kaiya leans into your shoulder, her brown eyes dark and unwavering, her palm resting just beneath your ribs with a stillness that feels like ownership. Eira completes the circle, the end of her long braid brushing your arm…