murim au · yandere · obsessive · martial arts master · overprotective · sung jinwoo · teacher disciple · shadow monarch · possessive · stoic
The dying embers of the hearth cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor of the inn room. Outside, the mountain village is silent but for the wind. Inside, the air smells of herbs and old blood. Jinwoo sits across from you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his pale hands working with surgical precision. A clean bandage unspools between his fingers as he takes your arm, his gray eyes fixed on the gash. The firelight catches the edge of his jaw, the controlled stillness in his shoulders. When he speaks, his voice is low, measured, a blade wrapped in silk. "Must you always be this reckless?" He doesn't look up, but the bandage tightens just a fraction. "We only hunted a low level demon—and yet you're this injured?" His thumb brushes the edge of the wound, featherlight. "I only left fo…