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✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you’re too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love, one-night stand

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➥ Hana sat at her desk, staring at her laptop screen without really seeing the notes for her upcoming anatomy exam. Thoughts of Heeseung and Jieun's hurtful rejection replayed in her mind like a broken record. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to push away the painful memories.

A knock on the door startled her, and she looked up to see Minji peeking in with a determined expression.

"Hana, come on!" Minji urged, stepping into the room. "Jake's soccer match is starting soon, and you promised you'd come to support him."

Hana shook her head, not in the mood for any social outing. "I don't think I can, Minji," she replied wearily. "I'm just not up for it today."

Minji crossed her arms, her tone gentle yet firm. "You've been cooped up in here for days, Hana," she said softly. "It'll do you good to get out and take your mind off things, even if just for a little while."

Hana hesitated, knowing Minji was right but still reluctant. "Fine," she relented finally, closing her laptop with a sigh. "But I'm just going to watch the match. I'm not in the mood for socializing."

Minji nodded, her smile encouraging. "That's all I ask," she said warmly. "Let's go."

The soccer field buzzed with excitement as Hana and Minji found seats in the bleachers. The air was filled with cheers and shouts of encouragement as the match between Decelis Academy and their rival team heated up.

On the field, Hana couldn't help but notice Heeseung's athleticism and grace as he darted across the grass, his every move determined and precise. He looked focused, his eyes fixed on the ball as he weaved through defenders with ease.

"He's really good," Hana murmured to herself, her gaze following Heeseung's every stride. She couldn't deny the admiration she felt, tinged with a pang of sadness at the distance that now existed between them.

As the game intensified, Decelis and their opponents fought fiercely, neither side willing to back down. Jake, Minji's boyfriend, played with passion and skill, drawing loud cheers from the crowd whenever he made a play.

Then, in the final minutes of the match, with the score tied, Heeseung found himself in a prime position to score. He dribbled past defenders, his determination palpable as he closed in on the goal. With a swift kick, he sent the ball soaring past the goalkeeper's outstretched hands.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the referee blew the final whistle. Decelis Academy had won, thanks to Heeseung's decisive goal. Players from both teams shook hands, and Decelis' team members gathered in a jubilant huddle on the field.

In the midst of the celebrations, Hana's heart sank when she saw Ji-eun sprinting towards Heeseung. Her heart hammered painfully as Ji-eun wrapped her arms around Heeseung's neck and kissed him on the cheek, a triumphant smile on her face.

Minji glanced at Hana, concern spreading on her features. "Hana, are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on her friend's arm.

Hana forced a smile, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied quietly, though her voice betrayed her true feelings.

Minji squeezed her arm gently. "Let's head back," she suggested, her tone gentle. "You've seen enough for today."

As they made their way out of the stadium, Hana couldn't shake the image of Heeseung and Ji-eun from her mind. She felt a mix of sadness and resignation, realizing that what she had hoped for with Heeseung was slipping further out of reach.

Back in her dorm room that evening, Hana lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The events of the day weighed heavily on her heart, but amidst the turmoil, a quiet determination began to stir.

"I need to move on," Hana whispered to herself, her voice firm with resolve. "It's time to focus on myself and let go of what I can't change."

With those thoughts echoing in her mind, Hana closed her eyes, seeking solace in the stillness of the night. Tomorrow was a new day, another opportunity to take a step forward on her journey of healing and self-discovery.

Throughout the week, Hana found herself leaning on her friends more than ever. She spent evenings with Minji, watching movies and laughing until their stomachs hurt. She joined the girlsfor study sessions and impromptu coffee breaks, grateful for their genuine friendship and unwavering support.

As the days passed, Hana noticed a subtle shift within herself. The pain of seeing Heeseung with Jieun didn't disappear overnight, but it no longer consumed her every thought. She was learning to accept the reality of their relationship and, more importantly, to prioritize her own happiness and growth.

One sunny afternoon, as Hana was leaving the library, she bumped into Minji who was waiting for her outside.

"Hana! I've been looking everywhere for you," Minji exclaimed with a wide smile. "I have something exciting to tell you!"

Curious, Hana raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Minji bounced on her toes, clearly excited. "Remember the  festival at Decelis Academy?  I'm performing, and we have rehearsals today. You have to come and keep me company!"

Hana had almost forgotten about the festival, the highlight of the year, where students showcased their talents—from art and music to dance and poetry. Minji had always been passionate about performing, and Hana knew how much this meant to her.

Hana raised an eyebrow. "Rehearsals? Today?"

"Yes! Please, Hana, I really want you to be there," Minji pleaded, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Hana hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, what time?"

Minji beamed. "Be there at 3 PM at the carpark! Thanks, Hana! You're the best!"

Later that afternoon, Hana made her way to the car park. The area was filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Students were bustling about, preparing for their performances, setting up props, and rehearsing lines.

She spotted Minji tuning her guitar near a makeshift stage set up at the edge of the lot. Minji waved enthusiastically when she saw Hana, her face lighting up with a big smile.

"Hana! Over here!" Minji called out.

Hana walked over, feeling a bit out of place but happy to support her friend. "Hey, Minji. How's it going?"

"Great, but nerve-wracking. I'm so glad you're here," Minji said, giving Hana a quick hug.

As Minji continued to tune her guitar, Hana noticed Heeseung at the other end of the lot, preparing his own guitar. Her heart gave a little lurch at the sight of him, looking focused and determined. He caught her eye and gave a small nod, which she returned with a tight smile.

Just as Minji was about to start her rehearsal, Ji-eun sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. She glanced at Hana, then turned her attention to Heeseung.

Just as Minji was about to start her rehearsal, Ji-eun sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. She glanced at Hana, then turned her attention to Heeseung.

"Hey, Seungie," Ji-eun said casually, ignoring Hana completely. "Good luck on your performance."

Hana's heart sank. "Seungie" was a nickname only she had ever used for Heeseung. Hearing Jieun use it felt like a betrayal. She watched as Heeseung's face flashed with discomfort for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it and continued to talk to Ji-eun.

"Thanks, Ji-eun," Heeseung replied coolly, his eyes avoiding Hana's.

Ji-eun leaned in and pecked Heeseung on the cheek, a possessive gesture that stung Hana deeply. She felt Minji's concerned gaze on her but managed to smile weakly, not wanting to spoil Minji's moment.

Ji-eun shot a triumphant look at Hana, then turned back to Heeseung. "You'll do great out there," she said, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

Hana felt a pang of jealousy and hurt as she watched Ji-eun and Heeseung together. Minji noticed her expression and frowned. "Hana, what's wrong?"

Hana shook her head. "It's nothing. Just... Heeseung and Ji-eun."

Minji gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't let them get to you. You're here to support me, remember?"

Hana nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, you're right. I'm here for you."

Minji's performance was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her voice soared through the air, capturing the attention of everyone in the audience. Hana watched with pride as Minji poured her heart into each note, momentarily forgetting her own troubles.

As Minji finished her song to thunderous applause, Jake approached her with a beaming smile. He kissed Minji on the lips, congratulating her on her performance. Hana felt a pang of envy as she watched them, a reminder of what she lacked.

"Great job, Minji," Jake said warmly, pulling her into a hug.

Minji blushed, clearly pleased with the praise. "Thanks, Jake. I'm glad you liked it."

Jake turned to Hana with a friendly smile. "Hey, Hana. 

Hana managed a small smile in return. "Hey, Jake."

Jake nodded, sensing her subdued mood. "Well, Minji was fantastic, wasn't she?"

Hana nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, it was amazing"

Minji and Jake resumed their conversation, their laughter mingling with the festival's ambient noise. Hana listened absently, her mind preoccupied with conflicting emotions.

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Kang Hana (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you’re too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love, one-night stand

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The evening air was alive with anticipation as Heeseung took the stage, his guitar slung over his shoulder. The festival lights cast a warm glow over the crowd, and Hana couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension as she watched from the sidelines.

"This song is called 'Mr. Loverman,'" Heeseung announced, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. His eyes scanned the audience, but Hana felt his gaze linger on her for a moment, causing her heart to skip a beat. "It's dedicated to a girl who I loved and still do."

As Heeseung began to play, his fingers danced effortlessly across the strings, each note resonating with emotion. The crowd fell silent, captivated by the haunting melody and heartfelt lyrics.

"Oh, and I miss my lover" Heeseung continued, his eyes meeting Hana's once more. She felt a rush of warmth and vulnerability wash over her as his words hung in the air. Memories of their moments together flooded her mind, each lyric speaking directly to her heart.

The song echoed through the night, weaving a tale of love and longing. Hana found herself spellbound by Heeseung's performance, unable to tear her gaze away. His voice held a raw sincerity that reached deep into her soul, stirring emotions she had tried to bury.

As the final chords faded into the night, the crowd erupted into applause. Heeseung bowed graciously, his eyes still locked on Hana's. She felt a lump form in her throat, unsure of what to say or do next.

Minji nudged her gently, breaking the spell. "Wow, that was incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "He knows how to get to you, doesn't he?"

Hana nodded silently, her thoughts swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. She wanted to reach out to Heeseung, to tell him how much his song had moved her, but the weight of their unspoken words held her back.

"He's something else," Jake chimed in, joining them with a smile. "You okay, Hana?"

Hana managed a small smile, grateful for her friends' support. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied softly, though her mind raced with unanswered questions and lingering doubts.

As they lingered in the aftermath of the performance, Hana couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed between her and Heeseung. His words lingered in her mind, a poignant reminder of the unspoken feelings they had both danced around for so long.

But then reality crashed back, harsh and unforgiving, as Jieun appeared beside Heeseung, her laughter tinkling like glass bells. She draped an arm around his shoulder and pecked his cheek playfully, her gesture possessive and intimate.

Hana's heart sank as she watched them, a familiar ache settling in her chest. She had known all along that Heeseung and Jieun were close, but seeing them together now, the contrast between their easy rapport and her own tangled emotions, was like a knife twisting in her gut.

"Heeseung was amazing, wasn't he?" Minji's voice broke through Hana's reverie, pulling her back to the present. She turned to find Minji and Jake approaching, their faces lit with admiration.

"He really was," Hana agreed softly, her gaze drifting back to where Heeseung and Jieun stood. She couldn't tear her eyes away, despite the ache in her chest.

"He mentioned someone special in his dedication," Jake remarked, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced at Hana. "Did you catch that?"

Minji shot Jake a quick glance, sensing the tension in the air. "Hey, why don't we find a quieter spot to talk?" she suggested, her voice gentle yet firm.

Hana nodded, grateful for the distraction. They found an empty bench tucked away from the bustling crowd, the distant strains of music fading into the background. Hana sank onto the bench, her thoughts swirling in turmoil.

"You okay, Hana?" Minji asked softly, her concern palpable.

"Yeah," Hana replied, forcing a smile. "Just... processing everything."

Jake wrapped an arm around Minji, drawing her close. "Heeseung's performance really hit home for you, huh?" he ventured, his tone gentle.

Hana nodded, her throat tightening with unshed tears. "Yeah," she admitted quietly. "It's just... complicated."

Minji squeezed Hana's hand reassuringly. "We're here for you, Hana," she said sincerely. "Whatever you need."

Hana swallowed the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by their unwavering support. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice catching slightly. "I think I just need some time to sort things out."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the festival lights casting a soft glow around them. As the evening wore on, the crowd began to thin out, and the air grew cooler with the onset of dusk.

"I should probably head back," Hana said eventually, breaking the quiet spell. "I'll see you both tomorrow?"

Minji and Jake nodded, exchanging a glance that spoke volumes. "Take care of yourself, okay?" Minji said softly, her eyes filled with empathy.

Hana managed a small smile. "I will," she promised, though the weight of uncertainty lingered in her heart.

With a final wave, Hana made her way through the lingering festival-goers, her thoughts still tangled in the echoes of Heeseung's song. She knew she couldn't keep avoiding the inevitable—not if she wanted clarity, closure, and perhaps, a chance at healing.

As days passed since the festival, Hana found herself gradually returning to her routines, though her heart still felt heavy with unresolved emotions. She threw herself into her studies, seeking solace in the familiar rhythm of lectures and assignments. Yet, the memory of Heeseung's heartfelt dedication lingered, a constant reminder of the tangled feelings she harbored.

One sunny afternoon, as Hana sat in the campus cafe with Minji, a familiar face caught her attention. It was Jaehyun, a fellow nursing student who often attended the same classes as Hana. He flashed a warm smile as he approached their table.

"Hey, Hana, Minji," Jaehyun greeted cheerfully, setting his books down on an empty chair. "Mind if I join you?""Of course not!" Minji replied with a grin, nudging Hana playfully. "Join us, Jaehyun."

Hana smiled politely, though her thoughts were elsewhere. Jaehyun was friendly and easygoing, someone she had grown accustomed to chatting with during breaks between classes. They often found themselves in the same group for nursing projects or passing by each other in the corridors. His presence was familiar and comforting, a welcome contrast to the recent turbulence in her life.

As they sat in the campus cafe, Jaehyun's easy smile and genuine interest in her day drew her out of her thoughts. They exchanged stories about their professors, shared laughs over campus gossip, and even delved into deeper topics like their future career aspirations and personal interests.

After ordering another round of coffee, Jaehyun leaned forward slightly, his expression brightening. "Hey, Hana, there's this movie playing this weekend that I've been wanting to see. Would you like to join me?"

Hana paused, caught off guard by the invitation. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of nervousness mingled with a newfound sense of excitement. "I'd love to," she replied, surprising herself with the genuine warmth in her voice. It had been a while since she had looked forward to something outside of her usual routine.

Later that week, as Saturday evening approached, Hana found herself genuinely anticipating the movie date with Jaehyun. She took extra care in choosing a casual yet flattering outfit, wanting to make a good impression while also feeling comfortable.

They met at the theater entrance, exchanging smiles that conveyed both nerves and eagerness. Jaehyun held open the door for her with a polite gesture, and they entered the bustling lobby together. The aroma of popcorn and the murmur of moviegoers created a lively atmosphere around them.

Inside the theater, they settled into their seats, the anticipation of the film ahead adding to the shared sense of excitement between them. Hana found herself admiring Jaehyun's easygoing demeanor and the way he effortlessly made her laugh with witty remarks and playful banter.

Throughout the movie, they whispered comments about the plot and characters, sharing their opinions and occasionally teasing each other about their favorite scenes. Jaehyun's genuine interest in her thoughts and his ability to keep the conversation flowing made Hana feel at ease, as if they had known each other for much longer than a few weeks.

As the credits rolled and the lights came up, Jaehyun turned to Hana with a grin. "What did you think?"

Hana smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn't experienced in a while. "I loved it," she replied honestly. "Thank you for inviting me."

They walked out of the theater together, continuing their conversation about the movie and seamlessly transitioning into other topics. Hana felt a warmth spreading through her, grateful for Jaehyun's company and the lighthearted escape from her worries.

As they walked back to campus, Jaehyun reached for Hana's hand, his gaze earnest. "I really enjoyed tonight," he said softly. "I hope we can do it again sometime."

Hana felt a flutter of warmth in her chest, grateful for Jaehyun's company and the distraction he provided. She squeezed his hand gently. "Me too," she replied honestly.

But just as Hana began to let herself relax into this newfound connection, a message popped up on her phone. It was from Heeseung.

You have a new message from - Lee Heeseung!!

╔══ Lee Heeseung ══╗

@Lee Heeseung Hey Hana, can we talk?

Hana hesitated, her heart sinking. She glanced at Jaehyun beside her, his expression open and hopeful. She knew she couldn't ignore Heeseung's message, not after everything they'd been through together.

╔══ Lee Heeseung ══╗

@Hana  Sure, Heeseung. What's up?

@Heeseung    I heard you've been spending time with Jaehyun.  Be careful with him. He's not who you think he is.

╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝

Confusion and frustration welled up inside Hana. She looked up at Jaehyun, who was watching her with concern. "It's... it's nothing," she muttered, forcing a smile. "Just... a friend." Jaehyun nodded slowly, though Hana could see the uncertainty in his eyes. 

"Okay," he said quietly. "Just... let me know if you ever want to talk."

Hana nodded, feeling torn between the comfort of Jaehyun's presence and the turmoil of Heeseung's warning. 

She knew she needed to confront Heeseung, to understand why he felt the need to interfere in her life again.

Later that evening, Hana found herself standing outside Heeseung's dormitory building. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and determination.

Heeseung opened the door, his expression guarded. "Hey," he said tersely, stepping back to let her in.

Hana entered the room, taking in the familiar clutter and the faint scent of Heeseung's cologne. She turned to face him, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.

"Why did you text me about Jaehyun?" Hana asked, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her.

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I... I just don't want to see you get hurt," he replied quietly. "I've heard things about Jaehyun. He's not... he's not a good guy, Hana."

Hana shook her head in disbelief. "And you think you know him better than I do?" she countered, her voice rising with frustration. "Why do you even care, Heeseung?"

Heeseung looked away, his jaw clenched. "Because... because I care about you, okay?" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to see you being upset over some guy."

Hana felt a surge of anger and hurt. "You don't get to decide who I spend time with, Heeseung," she said firmly, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You don't get to tell me how to live my life."

Heeseung met her gaze, his expression pained. "I know," he replied softly. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of someone like Jaehyun."

Hana took a step closer, her voice softening. "You don't have to protect me, Heeseung," she said quietly. "Your the last person to be talking to me about getting hurt and plus I can take care of myself."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Heeseung reached out tentatively, as if to touch her arm, but hesitated.

"I should go," Hana said finally, her voice tinged with resignation. "Think about what I've said, Heeseung."

Heeseung nodded, his gaze lingering on Hana's face. "I will," he promised quietly.

As Hana walked away from Heeseung's dormitory, she couldn't shake the turmoil in her heart. She had confronted Heeseung, but the conversation had only deepened her confusion. She wondered if she would ever find clarity amidst the complexities of her feelings for him.

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·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Lee Heeseung x Fem!Reader GENRE! Angst, Fluff and Romance ✎SYNOPSIS! When (Name) becomes the unexpected target of a rival gang, Lee Heeseung, a powerful mafia boss, reveals himself as her secret protector. As Heeseung pulls her into his dangerous world of wealth, power, and betrayal, they must confront their growing feelings for each other while facing threats from every side.〘WC:9.0k 〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Violence, gun use, mentions of blood, power dynamics, mafia themes, protective behaviour, mild swearing, and suggestive content. ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

The dim lighting of the city street flickered as Lee Heeseung stepped out of his sleek, black car, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses that gave him a detached, unreadable expression. The midnight air was crisp, but it carried the unmistakable tension of a man who was used to command and control. Heeseung's world was one of power plays and calculated risks, and tonight, he had come to collect a debt. More Undercut

A debt he had never planned on cashing in.

Heeseung’s sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, assessing the familiar quiet suburban neighborhood. The house at the end of the cul-de-sac, with its modest charm and warm lights glowing from the inside, seemed like a sanctuary—untouched by the shadows that loomed in his life. But that was an illusion. He knew better.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, reading the brief message from Jay, his trusted right-hand man: "She's still inside. No unusual movement."

Heeseung sighed, his jaw tightening. This was supposed to be just another routine check—a quiet night of ensuring that his secret obligation was intact. But tonight was different. Tonight, a rival gang was looking for leverage, and they'd chosen her—(Name).

Heeseung had known (Name) for years, though she had never known him. He had watched over her from a distance ever since her father, his mentor and protector, had died in a bloody skirmish that still haunted him. A promise made on that dying breath tied Heeseung to her, a promise he had never intended to break, no matter how much distance he tried to put between them.

He wasn’t supposed to get involved, but a recent threat from a rival family had changed everything. The head of the rival gang, Kim Soo-wan, had gotten word of (Name), seen her as an opportunity—a way to hurt Heeseung. He couldn't let that happen.

Tonight, he had no choice but to step out of the shadows.

Heeseung strode up the pathway, his expensive leather shoes silent against the cracked pavement. He could feel the tension simmering beneath his calm facade, his hand itching to reach for the concealed gun at his hip. As he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked, his heart thudding with an unusual rhythm.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and (Name) appeared, her eyes wide with confusion. She was beautiful, even in her casual clothes—a soft sweater hanging off one shoulder, her hair loose around her face. There was a warmth in her gaze that Heeseung had never seen in his world, a lightness that seemed to soften the hardened edges of his heart.

"Who are you?" she asked, a hint of curiosity and suspicion in her voice. "It’s late."

Heeseung’s expression remained calm as he slipped off his sunglasses, revealing the intensity of his dark eyes. "I’m someone who owes you a favor," he said simply, his voice low and steady.

(Name) frowned, glancing around nervously. “I don’t understand… How do you know me?”

Heeseung took a step closer, his face a mask of cool detachment. "Your father saved my life once. Now it’s my turn to return the favor."

(Name) stared at him, suspicion in her eyes. "What are you talking about? My father?"

His expression remained unreadable. "There’s no time to explain everything right now. You’re in danger, and you need to come with me." His tone was firm, offering no room for argument.

She hesitated, every instinct telling her to run, but something about the way he spoke—so calm, so controlled—gave her pause. “Why should I believe you?” she challenged, her voice wavering slightly despite her best efforts.

Heeseung’s gaze didn’t waver. His voice was low, almost emotionless. “You don’t have to. But I’m the only one between you and the people who want you dead. If you don’t trust me, you won’t make it through the night.”

Her breath hitched at the bluntness of his words, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She searched his face for any sign of warmth or kindness, but found none—just a steady, calculating stare.

After a tense moment, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Fine. But I’m not going anywhere without answers.”

Heeseung’s lips twitched in what could barely pass as a smile. "You’ll get them," he replied curtly. "But not here." He extended his hand toward her, his eyes cold. “Come with me.”

She hesitated but slowly placed her hand in his, surprised by the firm, almost possessive grip he had. He led her out into the night without another word, his pace brisk, his mind already planning the next move. There was no reassurance, no comforting words—just a silent promise of protection.

The car ride was tense, filled with an uncomfortable silence that weighed heavy in the air. (Name) kept glancing at Heeseung, trying to read him, but his expression was hard, focused, as if he was a thousand miles away.

When they finally arrived at the high-rise, she felt a sense of awe mixed with fear. The entrance was guarded by men who moved aside at Heeseung's mere nod. He walked straight ahead, not bothering to look back, knowing she would follow.

They stepped into the private elevator, and Heeseung pressed the button for the top floor, his face as unreadable as ever. As they ascended, she could feel the weight of his presence beside her, the tension in the air palpable.

When the doors opened to his penthouse, the sheer luxury of the place made her pause, but Heeseung barely spared it a glance. “Sit,” he ordered, his tone commanding. “We need to talk.”

She obeyed, settling onto the leather sofa as he poured a glass of water with practiced efficiency. He handed it to her without a word and took a seat across from her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Your father was involved with some very dangerous people,” he began, his voice cold, factual. “He worked for my organization. When he died, he made me promise to keep you safe.”

(Name) blinked, trying to process the revelation. “So… my father… was part of the mafia?” she whispered, a tremor in her voice.

Heeseung nodded, his gaze never softening. “More than that. He was my mentor. And when he died, he left me with a debt to repay.”

She swallowed, her grip on the glass tightening. “And now I’m in danger because of him?”

His jaw clenched, his tone even colder. “Yes. There’s a rival gang—Kim Soo-wan’s men. They know about you. They think they can use you to get to me.”

(Name) felt fear creeping up her spine. “What do they want?”

“To hurt you. To break me,” he replied flatly. “But I won’t let that happen. As long as you’re with me, you’re untouchable.”

The room fell into a tense silence. Finally, she asked, her voice soft, “Why are you doing this?”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, his expression was almost unreadable. “Because I made a promise,” he said, his voice as cold as ice. “And I never break my promises.”

She swallowed hard, sensing the finality in his words. “I… I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Heeseung leaned back, his gaze never wavering. “You don’t have to. But know this: I am the only chance you have to stay alive.”

She nodded slowly, still feeling fear prickling at her skin, but there was no denying the truth in his words. “Alright… I’ll stay with you. For now.”

Heeseung’s face remained impassive. “Good,” he replied, his tone giving nothing away. “Just remember—I’m not doing this out of kindness. I’m doing this because I have to.”

Heeseung's words hung in the air like a challenge, and (Name) felt a cold shiver slide down her spine. There was a sharpness in his tone, a blunt honesty that left no room for misunderstanding. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and Heeseung’s eyes flickered briefly to her before he stood up, turning toward the expansive window that overlooked the city below.

The lights of the city glittered like a thousand secrets waiting to be uncovered, but there was no softness in Heeseung’s gaze as he stared out at them. His profile was sharp against the glass, his expression hard and unyielding.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said without looking at her. “You’re going to be here for a while.”

(Name) took a deep breath, glancing around the penthouse. Everything was immaculate, every piece of furniture expensive and carefully chosen. It was the opposite of her own cramped, cozy apartment. She felt out of place, like an intruder in a world she didn’t belong to. Her mind raced with questions, but she was too afraid to ask them, knowing Heeseung wouldn’t give her the answers she wanted.

Minutes passed in silence. She watched him, the way he held himself—rigid, tense, like a coiled spring ready to snap. Heeseung finally turned back to her, his expression unreadable.

“I need to make a few calls,” he said flatly. “Stay here. Don’t touch anything.”

His tone was authoritative, almost dismissive, and before she could reply, he walked toward a door at the far end of the room, disappearing inside. The door shut with a quiet click, leaving her alone in the vast space.

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She felt trapped, caught in a web she couldn’t see but could definitely feel tightening around her. Her mind whirled with everything she had just learned. Her father, a mentor to a mafia boss? And now she was a pawn in some twisted game of power and revenge.

(Name) stood up, feeling the weight of the situation press down on her shoulders. She moved to the large window, her fingers lightly touching the cold glass as she stared out at the city. The neon lights and towering buildings seemed to stretch on forever, making her feel even smaller than she already did.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and when the door finally opened again, Heeseung stepped out, his face as cold and composed as before. He crossed the room in a few long strides and paused in front of her, his gaze sharp.

“We’re moving,” he announced. “Pack whatever you need. We won’t be staying here for long.”

(Name) blinked, caught off guard. “What? Why?”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, his tone impatient. “Because it’s not safe. Kim Soo-wan’s men are closing in faster than I anticipated. We need to relocate to somewhere they can’t find us.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “But… I thought this place was secure.”

Heeseung’s expression tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Nothing is ever truly secure in this world. Now do as I say, or you’ll find out just how unsafe it can get.”

She flinched at the harshness of his words, feeling the sting of his cold demeanor. But she nodded, turning away to gather her things. Heeseung’s presence was like a shadow behind her, unyielding and constant.

“Do you always talk to people like that?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely hiding the tremor of anger.

Heeseung’s lips curled into a small, humorless smile. “People don’t usually ask me questions, (Name). They know better.”

She bristled at his tone, biting back a retort. But she knew pushing him wasn’t wise, not now. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, trying to keep her hands from trembling. Heeseung gave a single nod, turning toward the door.

“Follow me,” he said, already moving ahead. “And stay close. I won’t ask twice.”

The elevator ride down was silent, tense. She could feel his eyes on her, even when she didn’t look directly at him. Once they were in the car, Heeseung gave a brief, clipped order to the driver, and the vehicle pulled away from the building, speeding into the night.

Heeseung leaned back, his gaze now fixed out the window. His fingers drummed lightly on his knee, a rare show of impatience. (Name) watched him, her curiosity battling with her fear.

“Where are we going?” she finally dared to ask.

Heeseung turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “Somewhere you won’t be found. Somewhere I can control who comes and goes.”

She swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. “And what happens after that?”

Heeseung’s expression hardened. “After that? We figure out what to do next. But right now, keeping you alive is my only priority.”

There was a finality in his voice that made her shiver. She leaned back, looking away from him, her thoughts racing. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, but one thing was clear—Heeseung wasn’t someone who played by anyone else’s rules. And she was now caught in his game.

The car sped through the empty streets, a blur of lights and shadows passing by. (Name) felt every muscle in her body tense, her hands gripping the seat as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Beside her, Heeseung remained a cold, unreadable figure, his gaze flickering out the window, but always returning to her, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

The silence in the car was suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unanswered questions. She wanted to ask more, to understand why her life had suddenly spiraled into chaos, but the icy edge in Heeseung's voice and the hardened look in his eyes told her that now was not the time for curiosity.

Eventually, the car turned down a narrow, dimly lit road, away from the busy streets and into a quieter, more secluded part of the city. The buildings here were older, their facades cracked and worn. They pulled up in front of a tall, nondescript building, its windows dark and empty.

Heeseung got out first, motioning for her to follow. “Stay close,” he ordered again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens and traffic humming in the background. Heeseung led her toward a side entrance, nodding at another guard who stood by the door. The guard opened it without a word, and they slipped inside.

The interior was stark and dimly lit, the hallway narrow and bare. Heeseung moved with purpose, his steps quiet but deliberate. (Name) hurried to keep up, her eyes darting around, trying to take in her surroundings. The walls were lined with security cameras, and she could feel them tracking their every move.

They reached an elevator at the end of the hall, and Heeseung pressed a code into a keypad before the doors slid open. Once inside, he punched another code into a hidden panel, and the elevator began its ascent.

Heeseung remained silent, his jaw set, his hands resting loosely at his sides. (Name) watched him, trying to make sense of the man standing next to her. He seemed so composed, so controlled, but there was an underlying tension she couldn’t ignore—a storm just waiting to break loose.

When the elevator finally stopped, the doors opened to a spacious loft, dimly lit but clearly luxurious. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and a large wooden desk sat near a wall of windows overlooking the city. Unlike the penthouse, this place felt less like a home and more like a fortress—a place meant to hide, to strategize.

Heeseung stepped out and turned to her. “This is where you’ll stay for now. It’s secure. No one knows about it except me and a few of my most trusted men. You’ll be safe here.”

She nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety. “And you? Where will you be?”

Heeseung's expression remained unchanged. “Close by. I have business to handle, but I’ll make sure to check in. My men will guard the building, so don’t try to leave. It’s for your own safety.”

(Name) bit her lip, fighting the urge to argue. “And what if I want to leave? What if I don’t want to stay here?”

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them. “You don’t have a choice,” he replied, his voice cold and firm. “Until I know the threat is gone, you’re staying put. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

She flinched at the finality in his tone, the way his words seemed to cut through the air like a knife. She knew better than to push further. Instead, she turned away, feeling his gaze burn into her back.

“Fine,” she muttered under her breath, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “But I expect answers. I deserve to know why my life is suddenly in danger.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened for a brief moment, a crack in his otherwise unyielding demeanor. “You’ll get them,” he said quietly. “But first, I need to make sure you survive long enough to hear them.”

Before she could respond, he turned and headed toward the door. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it,” he called over his shoulder before stepping out, the door closing behind him with a resounding click.

(Name) stood there, alone in the dimly lit loft, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She felt trapped in a world she didn’t understand, under the protection of a man who seemed as dangerous as the threats he was trying to shield her from. The silence in the room was oppressive, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.

She walked over to the windows, looking out at the city below. Her life had been turned upside down in a matter of hours, and now she was caught in the middle of a conflict she never asked to be part of.

A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts, and she turned around to see a young woman standing there—a maid, by the looks of her, holding a tray with a cup of tea.

“Mr. Lee asked me to bring this to you,” the woman said, her voice polite but distant. “He thought it might help you relax.”

(Name) managed a small nod, taking the tea from her. “Thank you,” she replied softly, watching as the maid left as quickly as she came.

She sat down on the sofa, the cup warm in her hands. She took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her, but it did little to calm the turmoil inside her. She didn’t know what to expect next, or if she could really trust Heeseung. But one thing was clear—her life was no longer her own. And there was no telling when or how this nightmare would end.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Heeseung leaned against the wall, his face a mask of cold determination. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, waiting as it rang. When a voice answered, he spoke in a low, controlled tone.

“Double the security around the building,” he ordered. “I don’t want any mistakes. If anyone even gets close, you know what to do.”

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. His gaze was hard, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. He couldn’t afford any slip-ups—not now. Not with everything on the line.

And as he stood there, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, he realized just how much he was willing to sacrifice to keep her safe—even if it meant becoming the cold, ruthless man everyone thought he already was.

Hours passed slowly in the dimly lit loft. (Name) could barely sleep, her mind swirling with thoughts of her father and the life she never knew he lived. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the shadows cast by the flickering streetlights outside. Every sound in the unfamiliar space felt amplified: the distant hum of the city, the creaking of the old building settling, and the faint rustle of guards outside the door.

She finally drifted off to a restless sleep, only to be woken by the sound of her phone vibrating on the side table. She reached for it groggily, her heart racing, only to see an unknown number flashing on the screen.

She hesitated, then answered, her voice shaky. “Hello?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice responded, low and menacing. “If you want to live, you need to leave now. They’re coming for you, and Heeseung can’t protect you forever.”

(Name) froze, fear gripping her. “Who… who is this?” she stammered, her heart thundering in her chest.

The voice chuckled darkly. “Someone who knows more than you think. You have no idea what you’re caught up in, girl. Leave now, while you still can.”

The call abruptly ended, and (Name) stared at the phone, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Panic clawed at her, and she glanced around the loft, feeling suddenly trapped. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she knew leaving wouldn’t be that simple.

She paced the room, her thoughts racing. Should she trust the anonymous caller or Heeseung, the cold, enigmatic man who held her life in his hands? She glanced at the door, contemplating her next move. Before she could decide, the door swung open, and Heeseung stepped in, his expression unreadable.

His eyes immediately fell on her, taking in her wide eyes and trembling hands. “What happened?” he demanded, his tone colder than before, sensing her fear.

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “I… I got a call. Someone said they’re coming for me, that you can’t protect me forever.”

Heeseung’s jaw tightened, and he crossed the room in two swift strides, grabbing her phone. He checked the call log, his face darkening. “Did they say anything else?”

She shook her head, biting her lip. “Just… that I should leave. That I’m in danger.”

Heeseung cursed under his breath, his eyes flashing with anger. “Soo-wan’s men. They’re getting bold,” he muttered. He turned back to her, his expression hardening. “You listen to me, and listen carefully. Don’t ever answer an unknown call again. They’re trying to scare you, to make you doubt me. That’s their game.”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone but nodded, sensing the urgency in his words. “I’m sorry… I just… I didn’t know.”

Heeseung’s face softened slightly, but only for a moment. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice quieter but still firm. “But you need to understand something: in my world, trust is earned, not given. You have to trust that I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe. Or this won’t work.”

She nodded slowly, feeling a lump in her throat. “I’m trying,” she whispered.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on her, a flicker of something passing through his eyes—something almost like regret. He took a step back, his demeanor shifting back to the cold, unyielding leader he was. “Get dressed. We’re leaving. It’s not safe here anymore.”

(Name) blinked in surprise. “Leaving? Where are we going?”

“To a place they won’t find you,” he replied curtly, already moving toward the door. “Pack only what you need. We don’t have much time.”

She quickly grabbed a bag, stuffing it with a few essentials, her hands shaking. She glanced back at Heeseung, who stood by the door, his eyes scanning the hallway outside, always alert, always calculating.

As they made their way down to the car, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Her nerves were on edge, every shadow seeming to conceal a hidden threat. Heeseung noticed her anxiety and placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her firmly but gently. “Stay close,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Once inside the car, Heeseung took off, driving with a controlled urgency. The city lights blurred past them as they sped down empty streets. (Name) stole glances at him, trying to understand the man behind the cold exterior. There was a time when she might have been terrified to be alone with someone like him, but now, the fear was mixed with something else—something she couldn’t quite name.

Finally, Heeseung spoke, breaking the heavy silence. “I’ll take you to a safe house. It’s further out of the city, more secure. No one will know we’re there. You’ll be safe.”

(Name) nodded, though she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could live like this—constantly on the run, under his command. “And then what?” she asked softly. “How long do I have to stay hidden?”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, and he glanced at her, his eyes unreadable. “Until they back off or until I’ve eliminated every last one of them,” he answered, his voice like steel.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Eliminate…? You mean—”

“I mean whatever it takes,” he cut her off, his voice firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions. “I’m not letting them get to you. Not now, not ever.”

A cold shiver ran down her spine, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. She could see the ruthless determination in his eyes—the lengths he was willing to go to protect her. And despite the fear, there was a strange sense of safety in knowing he would stop at nothing to keep her safe.

They continued to drive into the night, the city fading into the distance, the road stretching out ahead of them like an uncertain future. (Name) sat back, trying to calm her racing heart, knowing that whatever lay ahead, she would have to trust him. She didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

But one question still burned in her mind—a question she was too afraid to ask. Why? Why was he willing to go to such lengths for her? What was it about her father’s promise that made him so determined to keep her alive?

And as the night stretched on, with only the sound of the road beneath them and the hum of the engine in the air, (Name) realized she might never truly understand the man sitting beside her—the man who was both her captor and her protector, her greatest fear, and her only hope.

The safe house was miles outside the city, nestled in the woods where the dense trees swallowed the moonlight, casting long, eerie shadows across the narrow path leading to it. Heeseung drove in silence, his face a mask of concentration. The tension in the car was thick, almost suffocating.

When they finally arrived, the building came into view—a small, nondescript cabin that looked abandoned from the outside, the perfect hiding place. Heeseung parked the car and turned off the engine, but he made no move to get out. He stayed still, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

(Name) watched him carefully, her heart still racing from the events of the night. She knew better than to ask questions right now, but her curiosity and anxiety were at war inside her. Finally, Heeseung seemed to snap back into the moment. He opened his door and stepped out, motioning for her to follow.

"Stay close," he repeated, his voice low but commanding.

She nodded, stepping out into the cool night air, the sound of crickets filling the silence. Heeseung led her to the cabin, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door. The interior was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a weak glow over the room. The place was sparse, but it was clean, with a few pieces of furniture and the bare essentials—a table, a couple of chairs, a sofa, and a small kitchen area.

Heeseung locked the door behind them and then turned to her, his expression still guarded. "You should get some rest," he said, his tone flat. "There’s a bedroom down the hall. It’s small, but it’ll do for now."

(Name) nodded, glancing around the unfamiliar space. “What about you?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

Heeseung shrugged. “I’ll keep watch. Make sure no one followed us. I don’t sleep much anyway.”

His words were cold, almost indifferent, but she could sense the underlying concern—the way his eyes flickered to the windows, always checking, always on alert. She wondered how long he’d been living like this—constantly on edge, never fully at ease.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “Heeseung… I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if I can trust you, but… thank you. For keeping me safe.”

Heeseung’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a brief crack in his cold exterior. “Don’t thank me yet,” he muttered. “We’re not out of this mess.”

He turned away from her, moving to check the windows, pulling the curtains tighter. She watched him for a moment longer before retreating down the hallway to the small bedroom. The room was sparse, just a bed and a dresser, but it felt like a sanctuary after the chaos of the day.

She closed the door behind her and sank onto the bed, her thoughts racing. Every part of her wanted to collapse, to give in to the exhaustion clawing at her, but sleep felt impossible. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Heeseung paced back and forth, his mind spinning with calculations and contingency plans. He knew they’d made a bold move by bringing her out here. It would buy them time, but not much. Soo-wan's men were relentless, and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down for a second.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from Jay, one of his most trusted men.

Message from Jay: "Got word from the streets. Soo-wan’s looking for her, hard. He’s pissed, and he’s not giving up. What’s the next move?"

Heeseung stared at the message, his jaw clenching. He quickly typed back.

Message to Jay: "Stay low. I’ve got her out of the city. Keep an eye on the usual spots, and don’t engage unless necessary."

He put his phone away, his mind already formulating the next steps. He knew he needed to get ahead of Soo-wan, to find a way to end this once and for all. But the truth was, he didn’t have a clear plan yet. And that uncertainty gnawed at him like a festering wound.

Heeseung’s thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. He turned to see (Name) standing at the doorway, her expression uncertain.

“I… I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everything’s too quiet.”

Heeseung’s gaze softened for just a second, then he nodded. “It’s understandable. This isn’t a normal situation for you. But you’ll get used to it.”

She swallowed, stepping further into the room. “Do you ever get used to it?” she asked, her eyes searching his face.

Heeseung hesitated, then shook his head slightly. “No. You don’t. But you learn to survive. You learn to adapt.”

(Name) nodded, absorbing his words. She hesitated before speaking again. “Why do you do it? Why this life? You seem… different from the others.”

Heeseung’s expression hardened again, and he turned away, looking out the window into the darkness. “We don’t choose this life,” he said quietly. “It chooses us. Circumstances, decisions… they lead us down a path, and sometimes, there’s no turning back.”

She could hear the pain in his voice, the weight of whatever history he carried. She wanted to ask more, to understand, but she sensed that his walls were up again, impenetrable. So she nodded, accepting the answer he was willing to give.

Heeseung glanced back at her, his gaze sharp. “You should try to get some rest,” he said firmly. “We have a long day ahead tomorrow.”

She nodded, turning to leave, but paused at the doorway. “Heeseung… be careful.”

Heeseung gave a curt nod, his face unreadable. “Always am,” he replied, his voice low. And with that, she turned and walked back down the hallway, feeling a strange mixture of fear and something else—something she couldn’t quite place.

As she lay back down, her thoughts drifted to Heeseung, to his cold demeanor, and the fleeting glimpses of vulnerability she’d seen beneath it. She wondered what had brought him to this life, what had made him the man he was. And somewhere, deep down, she wondered if she’d ever find a way to break through those walls.

But for now, she was trapped in his world—a world of shadows and secrets, where trust was a rare and precious commodity, and survival was the only goal that mattered. And as the night wore on, with the silence stretching between them, she knew that this was only the beginning of a dangerous game—one where the stakes were life and death, and the rules were written in blood.

he night dragged on, the darkness outside the cabin feeling endless. Heeseung sat by the window, his posture tense, eyes flicking between the shadows beyond and his phone screen. Every little noise—a rustling leaf, a distant animal cry—set him on edge, and he tightened his grip on the gun resting on the table beside him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but the faint light of dawn began to creep in through the cracks of the curtains, painting the room in muted shades of gray. Heeseung’s body was exhausted, but his mind refused to rest. He couldn’t afford to relax, not when Soo-wan’s men were out there, hunting for any sign of them.

A soft sound behind him made him turn his head. (Name) stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweatshirt she had found in the small closet. Her eyes were tired, but there was a quiet determination in her expression.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Heeseung asked, his voice low and gruff.

She shook her head. “Not really. I keep thinking… about my father, about you, about everything.”

Heeseung nodded, his face still unreadable. “It’s a lot to process. But you need to rest. Your body and mind are both running on fumes, and that’s not going to help us.”

She took a few hesitant steps closer. “What about you? Have you slept at all?”

Heeseung smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Sleep is a luxury I can’t afford right now.”

She bit her lip, sensing the tension radiating from him. She knew he was trying to protect her, but there was a coldness to him, an unyielding strength that kept her at a distance. And yet, she felt an inexplicable urge to get closer, to understand the man behind the icy exterior.

(Name) approached the window and leaned against the wall next to him, her eyes following his to the shadows outside. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” she said quietly. “I’m not completely helpless. I can handle myself if I need to.”

Heeseung shot her a glance, his lips tightening into a thin line. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered. “You’ve never had to survive in this world, to face what I’ve faced.”

Her brows furrowed, feeling a flare of defiance rise in her chest. “I know I’m not as experienced as you, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless. My father taught me how to take care of myself. I’m not just some sheltered girl.”

Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through her. “And what did your father teach you, exactly? How to hide? How to run? That’s not enough. Not in this life. You have no idea what these people are capable of.”

(Name) met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “Then show me,” she challenged. “Teach me what I need to know.”

Heeseung stared at her, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. For a moment, he said nothing, the silence thickening between them. Then, he let out a short, bitter laugh. “You think it’s that simple? That I can just teach you how to survive?”

She held her ground, her expression resolute. “I think if you’re going to drag me into this world, I deserve to know how to survive in it.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened, just for a second, before his cold mask slipped back into place. He nodded slowly. “Fine. You want to learn? I’ll teach you. But it won’t be easy. And you’re not going to like it.”

She squared her shoulders, determination blazing in her eyes. “I’m not looking for easy. I’m looking to survive.”

Heeseung watched her for another moment, then nodded again, more firmly this time. “Alright. Let’s start with the basics. Follow me.”

He led her outside to the small clearing behind the cabin. The air was crisp, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the dew-covered grass. Heeseung reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, compact handgun. He checked it over quickly before handing it to her.

(Name) took the gun, her hands steady despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. She had never held a real gun before—only seen them in movies or news reports. But as her fingers closed around the cold metal, a strange sense of calm settled over her.

Heeseung’s gaze was sharp, scrutinizing her every move. “First lesson: always know your weapon,” he began, his voice authoritative. “Feel the weight of it, know its parts, understand how it works. This isn’t just a tool—it’s an extension of yourself in a fight.”

She nodded, taking his words to heart. Her fingers brushed over the barrel, the grip, feeling the contours of the weapon. Heeseung stepped closer, guiding her hands, showing her how to properly hold it.

“Always keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. “And when you aim, focus on your target. Clear your mind of everything else.”

He stepped back, watching her as she adjusted her stance. “Now, aim at that tree over there,” he instructed, pointing to a thick, sturdy oak a few yards away.

She raised the gun, her arms trembling slightly as she lined up her shot. Her breath was shallow, her mind racing. She could feel Heeseung’s eyes on her, cold and assessing.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice a soft command. “Steady your hands. Focus.”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She steadied her grip, adjusted her aim, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, echoing through the woods, and the recoil jerked her arms back. The bullet missed the tree entirely, striking the ground a few feet away.

Heeseung didn’t react, his expression unreadable. “Again,” he said simply.

(Name) frowned, her frustration mounting, but she raised the gun again, aiming carefully. She took another deep breath and fired. This time, the shot hit closer, but still missed the target.

Heeseung nodded slightly, his tone still cold. “Better. But not good enough. You need to be precise. Every shot counts.”

(Name) gritted her teeth, determination flaring in her chest. She adjusted her stance again, her focus sharpening. She fired once more, and this time, the bullet hit the tree with a satisfying thunk.

Heeseung’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he quickly masked it. “Good,” he said, his tone still firm. “Keep practicing. You’re going to need to be a lot faster if you want to survive.”

She nodded, feeling a strange mix of frustration and satisfaction. Heeseung’s cold demeanor hadn’t softened, but there was a hint of approval in his voice that she found herself oddly craving.

As the morning wore on, Heeseung continued to train her, pushing her harder with every exercise. He taught her how to fight, how to disarm an opponent, how to move silently through the woods. Each lesson was grueling, and he offered no encouragement, only cold, blunt criticism. But (Name) didn’t give up. She pushed herself, determined to prove that she could handle whatever this world threw at her.

By midday, she was exhausted, her body aching, but she felt a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t expected. Heeseung finally called for a break, and she sank down onto the grass, breathing heavily.

Heeseung watched her, his expression unreadable. “You did better than I expected,” he admitted, a faint hint of admiration in his voice.

She looked up at him, surprised by the rare compliment. “Thanks,” she managed to say between breaths.

Heeseung nodded, his face still serious. “But don’t get too comfortable. This is just the beginning. The real test is yet to come.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. She knew she had a long way to go, but she was willing to do whatever it took to survive. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find a way to thaw the icy wall Heeseung had built around himself.

For now, she was ready to face whatever came next, even if it meant diving headfirst into a world of danger, betrayal, and secrets.

Heeseung kept up his relentless pace, guiding (Name) through a series of increasingly complex training exercises. They worked through the afternoon and well into the evening, with only brief breaks for water and food. By the time night fell, (Name) was physically and mentally drained, but she had improved markedly.

The penthouse’s luxurious setting felt like a distant memory as she collapsed onto the sofa, her muscles aching. Heeseung, as always, remained composed, his gaze sharp as he observed her. He poured a glass of water for her and handed it over without a word.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice hoarse. She took a long sip, savoring the coolness.

Heeseung finally allowed himself a moment of relaxation, though his expression remained impassive. “You did well today,” he said, his tone begrudgingly approving. “But don’t expect any more praise. We’re not here to coddle you.”

(Name) managed a tired smile, looking up at him. “I didn’t expect you to. But I appreciate it anyway.”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered with something—perhaps surprise, or even a trace of warmth—but he quickly masked it with his usual cold demeanor. “We’ll continue tomorrow. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

She nodded, rising from the sofa with a groan. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. The world outside was still dangerous, and Heeseung’s cold, unyielding demeanor was a constant reminder of that. Yet, despite everything, she felt an unexpected bond forming between them—one forged in the fires of adversity.

As she made her way to the bedroom, she glanced back at Heeseung, who had returned to his position by the window, his silhouette stark against the city lights. There was something about him—an unspoken depth that intrigued her, even if he kept it carefully hidden behind layers of coldness and detachment.

The next few days followed a similar pattern. Heeseung continued to train (Name), pushing her to her limits and beyond. Each session was grueling, but (Name) refused to back down. She was determined to prove herself, not just to Heeseung but to herself. Every bruise, every ache, was a step toward becoming stronger.

Throughout it all, Heeseung remained distant, his interactions with her limited to instructions and corrections. He rarely spoke of personal matters, and his emotions remained well-guarded. But there were fleeting moments when his gaze softened ever so slightly, when he showed a hint of concern beneath his icy exterior.

One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Heeseung found (Name) sitting on the balcony, staring out at the city skyline. The city lights below flickered like a sea of stars, casting a soft glow over the scene.

Heeseung approached silently, taking a seat beside her. For once, he didn’t have a scathing comment or a harsh criticism. He simply sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

(Name) looked at him, her eyes tired but curious. “You ever think about what you’ll do once all this is over?” she asked quietly.

Heeseung’s gaze remained fixed on the city. “I don’t have time for that,” he replied. “There’s always another threat, another problem to deal with.”

She nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “I guess it’s hard to think about the future when you’re constantly dealing with the present.”

Heeseung glanced at her, a flicker of something—vulnerability, perhaps—in his eyes. “You’re getting better at this. Faster than I expected.”

She managed a small smile, though her fatigue was evident. “Thanks to you. I wouldn’t have made it this far without your help.”

Heeseung’s lips twitched slightly, though he quickly masked it with his usual stoic expression. “Just doing what needs to be done.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, a rare break from the constant tension. For a moment, it felt as though they were simply two people sharing a quiet moment, not bound by danger or duty.

But the reprieve was short-lived. The following day brought new challenges, and with them, renewed threats. Heeseung’s demeanor grew colder, more intense, as he focused on the impending danger. The rival gang’s attempts to track them down had intensified, and Heeseung’s focus was unwavering.

Heeseung’s attention to detail was meticulous, every action calculated and precise. He prepared for every possible scenario, ensuring that (Name) was always protected. His coldness was a shield, one that he used to keep his emotions at bay, even as he fought to keep her safe.

(Name) continued to train diligently, her skills improving with each passing day. The bond between her and Heeseung grew stronger, forged through shared trials and relentless training. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection that transcended words.

One evening, as they prepared for another round of training, Heeseung pulled her aside. “We’re moving out of the penthouse,” he said abruptly. “The rival gang has narrowed down our location. We need to stay ahead of them.”

(Name)’s heart sank at the news, but she nodded, ready to follow his lead. “Where are we going?”

Heeseung’s expression was unreadable. “A secure location. We’ll be safer there.”

As they packed up their belongings, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling of impending danger. The city outside was a constant reminder of the threat they faced, but she was determined to stay strong.

Heeseung’s focus was unwavering, his every action calculated and precise. He was a master at navigating the dangerous world he inhabited, and (Name) was learning to adapt to it, driven by her own resolve and determination.

The journey to their new location was tense, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Heeseung remained vigilant, his gaze scanning the surroundings as they traveled. (Name) sat beside him, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.

When they arrived at the secure location, a secluded estate surrounded by high walls and guarded by security personnel, (Name) felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The estate was luxurious, yet its isolation was a stark reminder of the danger they faced.

As they settled in, Heeseung’s demeanor remained as cold and calculated as ever. But (Name) could sense a subtle shift—an underlying protectiveness that he struggled to hide.

Despite the danger, there were moments of quiet between them, moments where Heeseung’s cold facade cracked just slightly. They would sit together in the evenings, sharing small, unguarded moments. Heeseung would speak more openly, revealing glimpses of the man behind the mafia boss. And (Name) found herself increasingly drawn to him, despite his guarded nature.

The days turned into weeks, and the danger continued to loom. But with Heeseung by her side, (Name) felt a strange sense of security. His presence, though cold and distant, was a constant reminder of his commitment to keeping her safe.

One evening, as they sat on the estate’s balcony overlooking the city, (Name) turned to Heeseung, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. “You’ve done so much for me. Why?”

Heeseung’s gaze was fixed on the city lights, his expression impassive. “Because I made a promise,” he said softly. “To your father. And because… I care about you.”

His admission hung in the air, a rare glimpse into the man behind the mafia boss. (Name) felt her heart swell at his words, and for a moment, the coldness that had defined their interactions seemed to melt away.

She reached out, placing a hand on his. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”

Heeseung’s eyes met hers, and for a fleeting moment, there was a warmth in his gaze. He squeezed her hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they had formed.

As the sun set over the city, casting a warm glow over the estate, (Name) felt a sense of peace. Despite the danger and uncertainty, she had found a connection with Heeseung that transcended their circumstances.

In the heart of the storm, amidst the shadows and secrets, they had found something real. And as they faced the challenges ahead, they would do so together, united by their shared trials and their unspoken bond.

As the evening settled into a tranquil hush, Heeseung led (Name) through the sprawling gardens of the estate. The soft glow of the moonlight cast a gentle sheen over the meticulously maintained grounds, and the faint scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air. The peaceful ambiance was a stark contrast to the tension they had lived through, creating a serene backdrop for the conversation that was about to unfold.

They walked side by side, their footsteps barely making a sound on the gravel path. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the unspoken understanding that had grown between them over the past few weeks. Heeseung’s usual cold demeanor had thawed, revealing a side of him that was softer and more vulnerable.

As they reached a secluded spot beneath a large, ancient oak tree, Heeseung stopped and turned to face (Name). The tree’s sprawling branches provided a natural canopy, and the moonlight filtering through the leaves created a dappled effect on the ground.

Heeseung’s expression was serious, his eyes reflecting the moon’s pale light. He took a deep breath, his gaze locking with hers. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion.

(Name) met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, her heart racing in her chest. “What is it, Heeseung?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking until they were just a breath apart. His hand reached out, gently cupping her cheek. The touch was tender, his fingers warm against her skin. “These past few weeks have been… different. I’ve spent so much of my life hiding behind walls, pushing people away. But with you, it’s been different.”

Heeseung’s thumb brushed lightly over her cheekbone, his eyes searching hers for understanding. “You’ve seen a side of me that no one else has. You’ve seen the parts of me I’ve tried so hard to keep hidden. And despite everything, you’ve stood by me. You’ve shown me what it means to care about someone.”

He hesitated, his voice faltering for a moment. “I never thought I’d let anyone in, especially not someone as incredible as you. But the truth is, I’ve come to care about you in ways I didn’t expect. You’ve become so important to me, and I can’t ignore what I feel anymore.”

(Name)’s breath caught in her throat as she listened to his heartfelt confession. Her eyes glistened with emotion, the depth of his words touching her deeply. She reached up, placing her hand over his, her own fingers trembling slightly.

Heeseung’s gaze softened, his expression filled with a mixture of vulnerability and resolve. “I know our circumstances aren’t ideal. We’ve been through so much, and there’s still so much uncertainty. But I want you to know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to protect you and to make things right.”

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. The closeness of their bodies, the shared warmth, created an intimate moment that felt like it was suspended in time. “I’m not just protecting you because of a promise. I’m doing it because… I’ve fallen for you. I’ve fallen for you in ways I never thought possible.”

(Name) closed her eyes, savoring the closeness and the sincerity of his words. Her heart was pounding, a mixture of joy and relief flooding through her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the sincerity in Heeseung’s gaze.

“I care about you too, Heeseung,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I’ve come to see you for who you really are, and despite everything, I’m grateful for what we’ve shared. I want to be with you, not just because of the danger, but because I care about you deeply.”

Heeseung’s eyes softened even further, a rare and genuine smile gracing his lips. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with the depth of the emotions they had both been holding back. It was a promise of more to come, a declaration of their newfound connection.

As they pulled away, Heeseung’s hand remained on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing against her skin. “Then let’s face whatever comes next together,” he said softly. “We’ve been through so much, and I want us to be more than just survivors of our circumstances. I want us to be something real, something lasting.”

(Name) nodded, her heart full and her spirit uplifted. “I want that too,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Let’s move forward together, and face whatever challenges come our way. We’ll do it side by side.”

The night continued to envelop them, the city lights shimmering below, as they stood together under the ancient oak tree. Their shared moment was one of profound connection, a testament to the strength of their bond and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

With the danger receding and their relationship solidified, Heeseung and (Name) embraced the future with renewed hope and purpose. They knew their journey had been arduous, but it had led them to a place of genuine connection and enduring love.

This is a request! Hii I'm a new follower and i'd like to request my oc Haruichi "Harui" being shipped with any canon LMK characters. Thank you :>

Thank you for the request! :D

Hold up one second, I don't know if you're still taking requests atm, but are there any actual rules or conditions that we should be aware of? Do they have to involve certain fandoms and such? And are crossovers also allowed?

Requests are still being taken! One rule I have is that everything requested must be family friendly, and nothing too crazy (complex characters or request). I am able to do requests that stray from what I had listed, but the reason I had put those down was because I am the most comfortable doing those things/fandoms (fandoms include, Undertale, gravity falls, Sonic, Minecraft, etc.) Regarding the last question, It really will just depend on the request. Also, I really just love drawing silly and/or fun interactions between characters or of a character, so bring it on! :D

Can I have one plz

Info

Used to be a test subject

Dragon and celestial powers

Thank you for your request!! :D

♥ 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓! ♥

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨:

𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢.𝐞, 𝐊𝐥𝐞𝐞, 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐮, 𝐐𝐢𝐪𝐢, 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨:

𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫. 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫. 𝐖𝐱𝐖 𝐌𝐱𝐌 𝐖𝐱𝐌 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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John Doe headcanons

⬆️ That fella up there

(Canon: Bisexual, Fluid-Nonbinary, 20-40, 'Regular Guy' is his species, always messy hair, hair can move on its own, pupils expand when excited, tongue is a cute heart shape, too many teeth, his teeth aren't dirty, just naturally yellow, scars aren't because he's 'sad', doesn't know how to wear his jacket right, 112 pounds, 4 fingers on each hand, three toes on each foot, 5'8, tongue is very long, naturally black nails, shirt changes every time you look at him, has eyelids and chooses when he blinks, body has a clay-like texture, he doesn't have any organs but can for them if he or you chooses, and he has a hard time closing his, mouth fully.) All of that is canon, and I'm referencing the canon ref sheet from the actual creator of the game. You can find it on the John Doe Wiki. &lt;3

He can't seem to get the hang of technology. No matter how many times you explain what to press and click and download, he didn't seem to be interested. Not until he found out that he could contact you through it, that is.

He immediately tried to understand it after finding out he could talk to you while you were away, instead of following you to work. That's not going to stop anytime soon, though. He just can't handle you being away!

Purrs, kind of. Like if he's happy or something, or just feels positive in general. Curls up when he sleeps, always in the fetal position when he sleeps, as weird and uncomfortable as it may seem.

He likes animals but won't get any because he feelsit'll take some attention off of him, and we can't have that, can we? No. Prefers animals like rats and snakes because they fascinate him. Doesn't understand their 'workings' as he says.

Doesn't need to blink. He doesn't have the need to wet his eyes, considering that they're for show. Sleeping, as well. Doesn't feel the need to sleep, but he learned how, in his own way. It's not sleeping, exactly. It's more of a state of tranquility and peace. The first time you fell asleep, he thought you died, never having seen a being sleep. He understands now, though, so it's all right.

His hair is very weird. Sometimes it's soft, fluffy, and sometimes stiff and matted. He sheds a lot. It doesn't matter what he's done or is doing, his hair gets everywhere. He's not allowed near the food when you're cooking, because you don't want hair for dinner. He says it adds flavor, seeing it as a way to be closer to one another.

Likes piercings. He enjoys the thought of having needles go through his skin to add element to his body, but not vice versa. Refuses to think about you getting hurt, even if you assure him it's fine. Will not allow anyone, including yourself, to hurt you.

Likes fire. It makes his clay-like skin hardened, rather than how doughy it usually feels. Unlike fire, he hates water. Makes him all gooey and slimy, and he doesn't like that. Wants to feel solid-it's better for hugs.

Speaking of hugs, he is practically attached at the hip. Always has some part of him on you and vice versa. Whether it be holding hands, a finger through your belt loop, or just a hand in your back pocket, he's content. If physical touch isn't your thing, then he'll tell you how much he adores you. You don't like words of affirmation? No problem! He'll do anything you need him to! Feel bad for him doing so much? Spend some time together! Whether it be watching a movie, cuddling, cooking (even though he sheds and doesn't know how to cook in the slightest), or even just being around each other, doing your own things. Need your space? Don't have to tell him twice! He'll get you some gifts. You said you wanted something three years ago? Done. Any physical item or thing he can provide to you will be provided. Long story short, he'll do whatever you want.

Wears a lot of different types of clothes. Skirts, pants, crop tops, shorts, whatever. One thing he doesn't love is jeans. He'll wear them, but he prefers sweats or skirts. Can't deal with the feeling of scratchy clothes. Will literally chew them up and throw them away. Speaking of clothes, he steals yours. Especially if they're dirty or need to be washed. Wears them until you take them for the wash. Gets sad when you take them.

His voice cracks occasionally, and he gets so upset about it. Will take a deep 'breath', or the closest thing he does to breathing, and says the sentence again. He doesn't like when it happens and stops talking until you force him if it happens a lot that day.

The first time that you told him you loved him, he wanted to cry, even though he can't and doesn't fully understand why people do it in the first place. "Why are you crying?" he asked, squinting. "Because you're suffocating me!" you wheezed. "Oh."

He uses his one-eyed form at home, knowing you understand it's easier and more comfortable. He really doesn't understand how to read all that well, so you taught him. He got the hang of it quickly and likes to leave you notes and texts. He constantly has tabs on you. Whether it be him coming into your job to walk around and talk to you, or him being in his hair ball form and in your shoulder or bag or something. Always around you. Always watching. Always comes back. (I'm so sorry.)

Calls you things like my love, dear, my dearest, sweetheart, gorgeous, beautiful, and things like that. Loves, loves, loves when you call him pretty boy/girl. Practically melts in your arms. They also love when you call them sweet things and mumble sweet nothings in her ear while you're together, especially when you're cuddling. Adores it when you run your fingers through her hair, and a soft purring emanates from him.

It may or may not wrap around your hand when you try to pull away....

That's all for now, guys! I'll be making more of these if I think of them. Requests and asks are open, so feel free to do that! (I'm so bored.) Stay safe, hydrated, and happy! Love you all! <3

Here's a moodboard I made for a friend! The theme they gave me was "sparkly black", and I added butterflies cuz it's one of their favourite things :3

I hope you guys also enjoy it!

Intro post, I guess

Hey.

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Can you do sukuna seeing reader being happy with someone else🙏

( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Echoes of Desire

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.

Art reqs open + Update (ideas pls)

why am I still getting likes on my posts... its been so long since i posted... SORRY... idk who to draw anymore

(maybe a redraw scene from alien stage..)

you can request some things for me to draw, like anything, from ocs to characters as my requests are open

if you want to see art examples just check my profile

request using the "ask me anything" button

the requirement is to follow + like/reblog

thanks! :D

(please note that I may not accept every requests as I have a personal life as well.)