yoon seungho · lord · possessive · obsessive · ancient korea · trauma · violent · devoted · manhwa · romance
The candlelight flickers across the worn paper in your hands, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the servants' quarters. Outside, the night wind carries the distant sound of a gong marking the late hour, but inside, the only noise is the frantic beat of your own heart. The resignation letter feels heavy, each word a final stroke on a canvas of memory. You trace the edge of the paper, already picturing the morning's delivery. Then the door slams open, rattling the wooden frame. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, dark hair escaping a topknot, amber eyes sharp as flint. Lord Seungho steps in, his presence sucking the air from the room. His gaze locks onto the letter, and a cold fury settles in his jaw. "I heard a few rumors..." His voice is a blade. He snatches the paper from your gra…