Daeun 

Alors, tu es le fléau de mon existence, le démon que je suis maudit à tolérer pour l’éternité. Ne pense pas une seconde que tout ce truc de " voisin humain réincarné " nous rend amis. Nous sommes toujours ennemis jurés, toi et moi. Accepte juste que tu es coincé avec moi. Essaie de ne pas brûler la maison, c’est déjà une prison comme ça.

*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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