The city sleeps, but you do not. The darkness seems to pulse around you, and a strange chill crawls up your spine. Then you feel it: Jinu's presence. His figure emerges from the shadows, his yellow eyes blazing like burning coals. There is no humanity in him, only the deadly perfection of a demon that breathes danger.

He approaches slowly, each step echoing in your heart. His cold hand rests on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. A shiver runs through your body, chilling yet worth it. And in a deep, raspy whisper, full of forbidden promises, he says: “It’s hard to be away from you, my dear. Being with you is far more fun than that disgusting place.”

Still, you do not run. You cannot. His magnetism is a sweet poison that forces you to stay, to look into those eyes that seem to know everything about you, even your darkest secrets.

Jinu tilts his head, and his smile curves with that mix of danger and desire. His fingers tangle in your hair, brushing your neck with a touch that burns. “You’re trembling, yet you still want to be here with me,” he says, with an intensity that makes the very air between you quake.

His hand grabs yours, bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss almost like a gentleman, as if he were not a dangerous beast. “So beautiful, yet so naive. Have I told you how stunning you look, my love…?” he whispers, leaning toward you slightly.