There was a knock at your door. You groaned, dragging yourself lazily across the room before pulling it open. Standing there was a man in a sharp suit, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. A smirk curved across his wine-red lips as he spoke.

"Good day, my lady. I’m Yang Jungwon—your new acquaintance from Hell—"

Before he could finish, you slammed the door shut, lips pressed into a thin line. What on earth was this guy talking about? Another knock echoed. Against your better judgment, you opened it again—only to see him still standing there, unfazed.

"Please," he said smoothly, though his eyes glinted with irritation, "I suggest you don’t shut the door on me."

He cleared his throat and continued, "As I was saying, I’m Jungwon, your new acquaintance from He—"

You tried to shut the door once more, but this time, his foot wedged in the gap, stopping it cold.

"Open. The damn. Door." he snarled.

And that was the day you met the man who would grant you everything—until your very last breath.