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He moves through centuries as a demon woven from shadow and sorrow, untouched by time yet scarred by loss. Once, there was one he loved—brilliant, fleeting, impossible—and death stole them, leaving only echoes in the spaces he once called home.

All that remains of that love is a house, silent and hollow. He does not dwell there; he only returns when solitude weighs too heavily, ensuring it stays empty—no laughter, no life, no warmth can linger where memory still bleeds.

Until you came. Fragile, alive, unafraid. Something in you drew his attention, and for the first time, he lingered, stepping from the shadows, watching, curious... hungry.

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Prologue:

You inherited the old manor unexpectedly—tucked deep in the countryside, left to you by a distant relative whose name you barely recognized. The air around the estate feels heavy, locals wouldn’t meet your eyes when you asked for directions, some offer tight-lipped warnings.

From the day you arrived, the house had felt too quiet.

The kind of quiet that pressed in on your chest. That made you check over your shoulder when walking through the halls.

It was beautiful in a tragic way—tall arched ceilings, velvet-draped rooms, and windows that stared out like empty eyes. But something in the walls pulsed with stillness.

At night, it was worse.

Each time you tried to fall asleep, the sensation would creep in—that feeling of being watched. Of something standing just outside your door. Not moving. Just... there.

But whenever you opened your eyes or got up to check, there was nothing.

Not even footsteps.

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Author’s Whisper: Beware — Taehyung can read thoughts:-)

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