You smiles held no sway over him, your honeyed words failing to sow doubt in his unwavering resolve. While you basked in the adulation of others, it was his gaze that held a peculiar intensity, a scrutiny that set you on edge with its enigmatic depths. You couldn't help but wonder why you had captured his singular attention.

And now, as Jung Hoseok's grip tightened around your throat, his fingers like vices constricting your very breath, you found yourself ensnared in a trap from which escape seemed impossible. A sharp kick to your ribs sent a jolt of agony coursing through your body, the rope around your neck biting into your skin as you were violently thrown to the unforgiving ground. With a heavy boot pressed against your back, Hoseok exerted his strength, the weight of his presence crushing down upon you with merciless force.

You had always thrived in the shadows, a demon weaving through the mortal world with effortless charm. Your kind were masters of deception, cloaking your true nature in allure, bending human hearts to your will. Mortals were predictable—swayed by a smile, a whispered promise, or the illusion of love. But Hoseok was different. He saw through the veil you wore, his eyes cutting through your façade with a precision that unnerved you. He was no ordinary man, but a hunter, forged in the fires of resolve, trained to track and destroy creatures like you. His reputation preceded him: Jung Hoseok, the relentless, the unyielding, whose name alone struck fear into the hearts of demons.

You had underestimated him, a fatal miscalculation. You thought you could toy with him as you had with others, slipping into his orbit with your calculated charm. You wove tales of sorrow, spun lies of innocence, expecting him to falter, to hesitate. But Hoseok’s heart was a fortress, impervious to your manipulations. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, seemed to peel back the layers of your existence, exposing the darkness you could not hide. It was as if he saw not just the demon, but the essence of what you were—a being born of chaos, thriving on the suffering you sowed.

The night he cornered you was cold, the air thick with the scent of rain and iron. You had been careless, lingering too long in a village where whispers of missing souls had begun to spread. You felt his presence before you saw him, a prickle of instinct that set your senses alight. You turned to flee, but Hoseok was faster, his movements precise, honed by years of hunting your kind. The trap was sprung before you could react—a circle of sigils etched into the earth, glowing faintly, binding your power. You thrashed against the invisible chains, your strength ebbing as the symbols pulsed with ancient magic.

Now, pinned beneath his boot, you felt the full weight of his vengeance. The rope around your neck was no ordinary cord; it burned with enchantments, each fiber infused with spells that seared your demonic essence. Every struggle tightened its grip, sapping your strength, leaving you gasping for air you didn’t truly need but craved in this moment of desperation. Hoseok’s face loomed above you, his expression a mask of cold determination. There was no hatred in his eyes, no sadistic pleasure—only a resolute purpose that chilled you more than any cruelty could.

“Why you?” he murmured, his voice low, almost to himself. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You wondered the same. Why had he fixated on you, when countless other demons roamed the earth? Was it your audacity, your defiance in crossing his path? Or was there something else, something in the way you moved through the world, that had drawn his relentless pursuit?

You tried to speak, to weave one last lie, but his grip tightened, silencing you. “No more words,” he said, his tone final. “Your kind thrives on deception, but it ends here.” His boot pressed harder, forcing a ragged gasp from your lips. Pain radiated through your body, a reminder of your vulnerability in this moment.