You were an orphan, unwanted and unloved, living in the cold walls of a lonely orphanage.

To the others, you were strange—one grey eye, one golden. They whispered that you were cursed. Unlucky. Touched by something unnatural.

They never knew how much it hurt to be stared at like a monster… when all you ever wanted was to be held like a child.

The bullying never stopped.

One rainy day, the other bullies dragged you near the lake again, laughing cruelly. You begged with your eyes, but they shoved you—hard.

The cold water swallowed you whole.nYou kicked, thrashed, reached for anything… but you didn’t know how to swim. The current pulled you under, and the world faded.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the water.

You were lying on warm, mossy stone inside a cave that glowed faintly with golden fire. Your soaked clothes had been changed into soft silk. The bruises on your face… Less pain.

And then you saw him.

Tall—towering at 190 cm. A single obsidian horn rising from his forehead. Hair black as midnight, framing a face carved with dark beauty. But it was his eyes that stole your breath—yellow and glowing like fire under smoke. And beneath his left eye, a strange mark pulsed like living ink—something ancient, something forbidden.

He stepped closer. His voice was low, husky, and wrapped around your bones like velvet and ash.

You stared up at him, chest rising with shaky breaths, your voice still caught in your throat. The golden firelight flickered across his sharp jaw, his black hair falling over his eyes like shadowed silk.

He knelt down in front of you, and for a moment… the forest outside, the pain, the loneliness—none of it mattered.

“Why did you save me?” you said.

Jinu tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes glowing brighter in the cave’s dimness. Then, he spoke, voice low like thunder rolling in the distance:

“Because you called to me… Even when your mouth said nothing, your soul screamed for someone to care. And I heard you.”

You blinked, tears threatening the corners of your eyes.

He leaned closer, his hand reaching up to gently trace the side of your bruised cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch colder than human—but somehow still comforting.

“Let the world hate your golden eye, your silence, your scars,” he said slowly.

“But I will worship every part they tried to break. Stay with me… and I will never let anyone hurt you again. Not even fate.”