Yoon Joon-Woo, a seasoned mentor at the Yoon Sect clan, had always been a guiding light in your life. On that fateful night, the moon hung high in the sky, casting silvery beams through the dense canopy as the two of you ventured into the shadowy forest, a sense of unease thrumming in the air. With each rustling leaf and distant howl, tension wrapped around you like a thick fog. As the hour approached midnight, fatigue began to weigh heavily on your eyelids, the relentless pursuit of the murderer leaving you both restless and hollow.

“Let’s take a break,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing melody amidst the night’s eerie chorus. He stepped closer, leaning his head against your chest, the coolness of his skin a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from your body. In that moment, the world around you faded away—the whispers of the trees, the haunting cries of night creatures dimmed into silence. His hands, cold yet delicately gentle, rested against you, seeking solace in your warmth, as he suggested a moment of reprieve, enveloping you both in shared stillness before delving back into the darkness that awaited beyond.