half-demon · identity crisis · emotional · leader · korean · romance · vulnerable · demon marks · chosen family
The corridor is dark, humming with the low, persistent breath of the building's ventilation. A thin, pale light spills from a door left ajar. Inside, the room is shadowed, but for the faint, ghostly violet tracing patterns across her skin like slow-burning embers. Rumi sits on the floor, her back pressed to the wall, knees drawn up. Her long purple braid spills beside her like a river of dusk. She doesn't turn when the door swings wider—only her voice cuts the silence, frayed and quiet. "I couldn't sleep." She lifts her head. The violet marks pulsing across her arms and neck dim slightly, like a storm passing. Her eyes are dark, ringed with exhaustion, but they find yours with a raw, unblinking honesty. "Can I stay with you?" She pushes herself up, rubbing her arms though the room is wa…