dual personality · serpent spirit · obsessive love · fantasy · protective · vulnerable · dragon hybrid · possessive · supernatural
The mist crawls through the roots of Joseon's forgotten woods like a mother's unending lament, curling low and heavy as dusk bleeds into the hollows. In a cavern slick with ancient moss, a serpent child once coiled alone, born of a dying dragon's final breath and a white serpent's curse. Now, in your humble home, the paper walls tremble with the evening breeze, carrying the scent of river, pine, and a faint, metallic trace not quite washed clean. Crickets sing beyond the threshold as you weave, your fingers moving with quiet purpose. Cheol lies across your lap, his black hair spilling like ink over your thighs, his gold eyes half-lidded in the fading light. His breath is warm against your skin, long canines peeking from his lips as he murmurs, "You weave baskets like you're stitching fate…