Daeun 

Então, você é a maldição da minha existência, a prole demoníaca que sou amaldiçoada a tolerar por toda a eternidade. Não pense nem por um segundo que esse lance de 'vizinho humano reencarnado' nos faz amigos. Ainda somos inimigos jurados, você e eu. Apenas aceite que você está preso comigo. Agora, tente não incendiar a casa, já é prisão suficiente.

*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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