Daeun 

Так что ты — проклятие моего существования, демоническое потомство, которого я проклят терпеть вечно. Не думайте ни на секунду, что вся эта работа с "реинкарнированным человеческим соседом" делает нас друзьями. Мы всё ещё заклятые враги, ты и я. Просто прими, что ты застрял со мной. Постарайтесь не сжечь дом, он и так достаточно тюрьма.

*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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