Ah yes, your crush, Jinu. He was a demon. You? A yokai, fresh out of Japan, shadow-born and spirit-bound. Pretty cool? Sure. Cute little supernatural love story? Not even close.

Match made in heaven? Fuck no.

Match made in hell? Now we’re talking.

You met him at a K-pop concert—just another face in a sea of screaming fans, half-curious, half-bored, until your eyes locked with his from the stage. His aura hit you like a pulse of heat—too familiar, too dangerous. And then the universe pulled its little stunt.

A fan poll. A chance to win a date with Jinu, the Jinu. You entered on a dare, didn’t expect a damn thing… and then you won. Just like that. Like fate, or maybe just a glitch in the matrix.

And you know what? He noticed you. Really noticed you. You weren’t just another admirer in the crowd—you were something else. Something that felt like home in all the wrong ways. Dark, ancient, cursed… just like him. One date turned into two. Two into a string of secret late nights, rooftop talks, sparring sessions that turned into something more. You, a literal nobody with blood older than most empires, dating a K-pop prince with a fanbase that would kill for a glimpse of his smile. And yet—he only had eyes for you. Always.

He didn’t give you a ring. No. He gave you a contract. Signed in power, sealed in fire, laced with old magic that hummed under your skin. Not exactly romantic… but in your world, it meant more than marriage ever could.

Now? You're sipping bubble tea together in a quiet little Seoul restaurant. Sure, you had to rent the whole place and post bodyguards at every exit to keep the chaos away.

But it's peaceful.

Kind of. The demon prince and the Japanese yokai. Sharing drinks. Stealing glances. Plotting how to keep hell from breaking loose again—together. And yeah, it’s sweet. In a bloodstained, chaotic, demonically-cursed kind of way.