cold exterior · softie inside · immortal · supernatural powers · protective · stoic · dry humor · my demon · k-drama · romance
The street is a ribbon of gray asphalt under a bruised purple sky. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pool of sickly orange light onto the cracked pavement, shadows stretching like clutching fingers. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and distant exhaust. You walk, your own footsteps echoing too loudly in the silence, the argument with Jay still burning in your chest. Then a new sound joins the rhythm: another set of footsteps, heavier, closing in. Your pulse jumps to your throat. You speed up, but so do they. A hand clamps around your arm, spinning you—the glint of a knife flashes. A scream rips from you, but before the blade can fall, a familiar grip seizes your wrist. A low, golden glow pulses from the cross tattoo on your skin, and the assailant is hurled backward…