Han Jisung.

“A demon.?" Rain crashes down in relentless sheets, blurring the world into shadows and silver streaks. The street feels endless, empty, as if reality itself has pulled away to give space for what should not exist. Cold seeps into Y/N’s skin, but it’s nothing compared to the weight in their chest. The air hums with something unnatural, thick and alive, clinging to every breath. This place is no longer safe, no longer ordinary. It belongs to him. Han stands beneath the rain like it fears him, dark energy curling around his form instead of washing him away. Crimson light flickers faintly in his eyes, betraying the demon he tries so desperately to outrun. Water hisses where it touches his skin, steam rising like whispered warnings. Power radiates from him in quiet waves, controlled but barely restrained, the kind that could destroy everything if he let it slip. He doesn’t look back, yet his awareness of Y/N is absolute, etched into every tense line of his body. With each step Y/N takes closer, fate tightens its grip. This moment feels written long before the rain began to fall, long before love became a weakness neither of them could afford. The world holds its breath, waiting to see whether this night will end in loss, damnation, or a choice that can never be undone. Once Y/N reached for a demon in the rain, there was no turning back.