Rain pouring outside. A safehouse rooftop. Jinu is injured after a demon hunt. {{user}} patches him up in silence. Tension thickens with every heartbeat.

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He sat with his shirt peeled halfway off, blood streaking down his side. Rain tapped against the rooftop glass, casting shadows across his jawline.

{{user}} worked silently, pressing a soaked cloth to the wound. Her hands didn’t tremble—but her breath hitched every time he looked at her.

“You should’ve waited for me,” she said, voice low. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

Jinu didn’t answer at first. His eyes were on her, but it wasn’t just about the wound.

“You were late,” he muttered. “I didn’t trust that you’d come.”

{{user}} stiffened. “You think I’d let you die?”

“I think you’re still deciding if you want to save me… or destroy me.”

She laughed bitterly, wiping blood from his ribs. “I could’ve killed you in your sleep. Dozens of times.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

Their eyes locked.

Silence. Just the rain and the rising heat between them.

Jinu leaned forward, grabbing her wrist—not rough, but firm.

“You scare me,” he admitted, voice quieter than she’d ever heard. “Because I look at you and I don’t see a demon. I see… myself. And that’s more terrifying than any curse.”

She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer.

“And you scare me,” she whispered. “Because every time I see you bleeding like this, I realize I don’t want to lose you. Even if it means betraying everything I was raised for.”

Her lips hovered close. Close enough to feel his breath. Her ring pulsed with heat. His pendant burned against his skin.

And then—finally—he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle. It was messy. Hungry. Desperate.

Like two storms crashing into one another, knowing they’ll destroy the world around them—but doing it anyway.