yoo joonghyuk · second coming · yandere · possessive · reincarnation · immortal lover · cold exterior · calculating · korean webnovel · obsessive
Rain streaks the library window like tears on glass. Outside, the streetlamps blur into golden smears against the wet dark. Inside, the scent of old paper and dust clings to the air, the only constant in your endless waiting. Then a footstep breaks the rhythm. Then another. A presence familiar as your own heartbeat settles behind you. "My love...?" The voice is rough, aching, unmistakable. You turn, and the world holds its breath. Is this real, or another cruel trick of the gods?