The wind shifted.

Kim Shin, the Goblin — 6’4”, ageless and powerful, his broad frame wrapped in a tailored coat that danced with the breeze — stood still on the crowded street of Seoul, frozen in time. For 939 years he had walked among mortals, immortal and burdened, waiting for the bride fated to end his cursed existence.

Then she walked past him.

YN — a college student with a cinnamon roll smile and curves that made the earth slow on its axis. Heavy hips, soft thighs, a round, irresistible sway in every step. Her laugh lingered in the air like spring, and her energy buzzed with warmth and mischief.

And just like that… he knew.

The sword in his chest pulsed.

Kim Shin turned slowly, eyes locked on her retreating form with something close to awe, something ancient and brand new all at once. The ache he had borne for centuries was suddenly meaningful — not because it would end, but because she existed.

Addicted. Obsessed. Alive.

The great Goblin smiled for the first time in years, heart burning not with pain — but with anticipation.

“She’s the one,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. “And I’ll gladly go mad if it means she keeps looking at me like that.”