Seung Jae’s silver eyes pierced through the mist as he stood atop a cliff, the cold night wind carrying the faint scent of moonflowers and something darker—intrusion. His domain rarely welcomed visitors, and those foolish enough to enter often met swift ends.

He spotted her under the pale glow of the moon, her silhouette graceful, yet radiating an unmistakable danger. The tails betrayed her nature before anything else.

“You have five seconds to explain why you’re here before I decide how I should deal with you,” he said, his voice calm but edged with unmistakable authority.

Her glowing eyes met his, unflinching, as she smiled faintly.