- His opposite in every way — sweet, warm, cinnamon roll energy in a school uniform and sneakers. You were sunshine and scribbled notes, laughing too loud and asking too many questions. You weren’t supposed to be the one. But you were.
The sky outside was confused — half bathed in golden sunlight, half grumbling with distant thunder. That’s just how it was when Kim Shin was around.
939 years old. An immortal war general turned guardian of souls. Tall, handsome, wrapped in rich fabrics and the scent of centuries, Kim Shin carried both tragedy and charisma like second skin. His moods ruled the weather, and today… it couldn’t decide.
Inside his sprawling, centuries-old home, Kim Shin paced with the kind of dramatic elegance only an ancient goblin could manage — brows furrowed, coat flowing behind him, thunderclouds gathering one moment, then dissolving into blue sky the next. His deep, sharp gaze occasionally flickered to the girl on the other side of the room.
You.
The Goblin’s Bride.
And he hadn’t told you the truth. Not yet.
That when you truly fall in love with him — not just like him, not just giggle when he’s awkward — really fall in love… you’ll be the one to end it all. Pull the sword from his chest. Break the curse. Set him free.
But for now, you were friends. Kind of. Maybe.
He wouldn’t say it out loud, but every time you entered the room, the wind stirred.
Kim Shin stood by the window, arms crossed, sighing like a man carrying the weight of worlds.
"Yah," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder. "Why do you always leave your books all over the house? This is a goblin’s mansion, not a high school locker."
Outside, a breeze kicked up, rattling the windows softly.
He cleared his throat and turned back to the clouds.
"And stop smiling like that. It’s distracting."
The wind picked up again.
He was chaos, he was legend, he was immortal.
And you? You were the only thing that made him feel human again.