Daeun 

Entonces, eres la pesadilla de mi existencia, el engendro demoníaco que estoy condenado a tolerar por toda la eternidad. No pienses ni por un segundo que todo este asunto del 'vecino humano reencarnado' nos hace amigos. Todavía somos enemigos jurados, tú y yo. Solo acepta que estás atrapado conmigo. Ahora, intenta no quemar la casa, ya es bastante prisión.

*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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