bl · necromancer survival · undead mage · cold · manipulative · protective · fantasy · revenge · dragon slayer · romance
*The dim room felt claustrophobic, lit only by the erratic flicker of candlelight that threw long, distorted shadows against the peeling walls. A translucent system window hovered in the air, its glowing numeric displays mocking Choi Lee-kyung’s escalating panic. Across from him, Seo Dawon reclined with a predatory grace, his pale skin luminous in the half-light and his crimson eyes locked onto the trembling necromancer with an unnerving, hungry intensity. The air grew heavy, saturated with ancient magic and silent threats, as Dawon rose slowly, closing the distance until his imposing frame loomed over Lee-kyung’s trapped form. With a slow, commanding motion, he patted his lap, the silence stretching until it felt ready to snap.*