They meet each other when they are kids they don't realize what is coming for them. They will meet the legendary creatures that everyone believed were a myth, and the demon will wake up. Everything will come to the point that nobody knows what is go...
Hanbin stormed toward Tori, his movements purposeful and his expression dark with fury. "Did you hurt my sister?" His voice was low, rough, each word laced with barely contained anger. The question wasn’t just a demand—it was an accusation that cut through the air like a blade.
Tori froze, her trembling hands still sparking faintly from the earlier surge of magic. Her fingers twitched, a physical reminder of the power she’d unleashed. She tried to steady Too much noise, too many voices. She closed her eyes tightly, whispering toShe closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm the storm of voices and emotions swirling around her. Don’t panic. Breathe. It’s okay. She whispered the words silently to herself, a fragile attempt at regaining control.
"I said—did you hurt my sister?" Hanbin’s voice dropped lower, his teeth gritted, every word spat with venom.
Tori didn’t answer, her lips parting but no sound escaping. The hesitation was too much for him. Without warning, his hand shot out and grabbed her neck, the grip rough and unyielding. He yanked her up slightly, forcing her to meet his blazing eyes.
"Did. You. Hurt. My. Sister?" he snarled, his voice a growl, vibrating with raw anger. His fingers dug into her skin as he held her there, his fury overpowering, the air between them crackling with tension. There was no room for explanation, no mercy in his gaze, only the unrelenting demand for answers.
Tori shook her head frantically, her lips trembling as she managed a faint, "No," her voice cracking under the weight of fear. Hanbin’s grip didn’t soften; there was nothing gentle in the way he held her, his rage clouding everything else.
“She was the one who saved me!” Y/N’s voice cut through the tension, her small hand grasping her brother’s arm in an effort to pull him away. “Let her go, Hanbin!”
But he was too far gone, his anger consuming him. His fingers only slackened when a low growl rumbled through the air, accompanied by a puff of smoke that brushed against his and Y/N’s faces.
B.I, Hanbin’s dragon, had moved closer, his massive head lowering protectively behind Tori. Another guttural growl followed, vibrating through the ground as Hanbin’s eyes flicked past Tori to his red-scaled dragon.
His fury wavered for a moment, and with a clenched jaw, Hanbin finally let Tori go. She stumbled back, her legs giving out as she scuttled away, her back pressing against the warm, scaled nose of the dragon now shielding her.
B.I. huffed softly, a warning rumble still emanating from his chest, his protective gaze fixed on Hanbin as if reminding him of the line he had nearly crossed.
Hanbin's eyes locked onto B.I's, a tense silence hanging between them. The dragon's dark, piercing gaze mirrored his own, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them—anger.
B.I low growl rumbling deep in his chest, as if challenging Hanbin to reconsider his actions. Hanbin’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The dragon didn’t break eye contact.
"You need to go to the medical room," Professor Willow's voice cut in sharply. Y/N's defiance wavered, and she lowered her eyes, wincing slightly.
Finally, Hanbin exhaled sharply, breaking his gaze. Without a word, he turned to Y/N, his expression still hard but more controlled. Gripping her hand firmly, he began walking toward the medical room, his dragon gaze trailing behind him like a silent shadow, the tension still simmering in the air.
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