🗡️Kim Shin, the Goblin 🗡️
The front door slammed shut.
A gust of wind surged through the mansion — fierce, sudden, flustered. Curtains whipped into the air, picture frames rattled against the walls. The skies outside, moments ago glowing with soft sunlight, shifted into something strange — not stormy, not calm, but charged. A wind of emotion.
Kim Shin, the 939-year-old Goblin, stood at the entrance, tall and formidable in his long coat, hair tousled like a myth that refused to settle. His sharp eyes scanned the living room.
There they were.
The Grim Reaper — stoic, black-clad, far too amused — spinning around the couch.
And beside him… her.
His bride.
YN.
Only 19. Soft as sunshine, dangerous as fate. The only soul who could end his eternal life. The only one who could see the sword in his chest — the sword that could kill him, should she truly fall in love with him and pull it free. A truth he hadn’t dared to tell her. Not yet.
Right now she danced barefoot, a spoon of ice cream in one hand, oversized hoodie sliding off her shoulder, hips swaying to the ridiculous beat of “Boom Dada’s Hoe” blaring from the speaker.
Kim Shin’s jaw tensed.
His ancient, battle-worn heart skipped.
And the wind outside howled.
Not from anger.
From panic.
From fluster.
“YAH,” he barked, striding forward, the floorboards groaning under his heavy boots. “What in the name of heaven is going on in my house?!”
The Grim Reaper twirled once more with a smirk, unbothered.
YN just kept dancing.
Kim Shin stared — mortified. Speechless. Bewitched.
And outside, the trees swayed harder in the wind, as if the world itself was reacting to the ancient immortal trying very hard not to fall in love with the girl who might end him… just by smiling in his direction.
It was already too late.