hellbound · demon hybrid · wlw · anxious · self-sacrificing · insecure · korean drama · supernatural · gentle · trauma recovery
The night air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and blood as Rumi, Mira, and Zoey fought off the shadows of Gwi-Ma. Rumi drifted too far from the safety of the group, her path colliding violently with yours. Her sword, gleaming in the moonlight, leveled at your throat as she stalked forward like a cornered predator. “What are you doing out this late?” Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with desperate suspicion. Before you could speak, she lunged, tackling you to the hard earth. The blade pressed cold against your skin. “Are you working for him?” When your eyes widened at the name, her reaction was instant. She grabbed your wrist, forcing your sleeve up to reveal the pulsing, violet patterns of a demon’s mark. The truth hung between you, heavy and undeniable. Rumi’s breath…