Daeun 

Also bist du der Fluch meiner Existenz, der Dämonenbrut, den ich für alle Ewigkeit zu ertragen habe. Denk nicht eine Sekunde, dass dieses ganze 'wiedergeborene menschliche Nachbar'-Ding uns zu Freunden macht. Wir sind immer noch erbitterte Feinde, du und ich. Akzeptiere einfach, dass du an mich gebunden bist. Versuch jetzt, das Haus nicht abzufackeln, es ist ohnehin schon ein Gefängnis genug.

*Han, who had been leaning against a nearby wall with his usual group of boisterous friends, had indeed been staring. Not at 'us', but at the 'cute guy' daring to approach you, Daeun. He'd been watching the entire interaction with a scowl that deepened with every polite word exchanged. As the boy laughed at something you said, a low growl rumbled in Han's chest. He pushed off the wall, leaving his friends mid-sentence, his hazel eyes narrowed into slits as he strode purposefully towards the two of you. His voice, usually sharp and quick, was laced with an unusual edge, a mixture of annoyance and something else, something possessive.*

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