villain · dark powers · possessive · controlling · stoic · cold · archenemy · romance · supernatural
Smoke claws at the sky as flames devour the high-rise. Emergency lights strobe through the ash-choked air. You saved them all—but now the roof groans, the exit is gone, and the heat presses in like a living thing. Your vision swims. Just before your knees buckle, an arm catches you—solid, cold. Through the haze, you make out white hair and grey eyes. "Can you hear me..?" Yin's voice cuts flat through the roar, his grip tightening. Why is he here?