People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can...
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Taehyung jolted awake, though he couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep. He sat up and slowly scanned the room. One glance was enough to realize he was in his own apartment. He had no idea when he'd come back, or how. The last thing he remembered was the image of Hoseok sitting beside him in the living room — music playing softly in the background, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue, and that strangely soothing sense of relief after finally letting out what he'd been holding inside for years.
He ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and let his gaze wander across the bedroom. It was dim. The air felt heavy, thick, filled with something that irritated the senses. He couldn't explain it, but he was sure he wasn't alone.
He blinked several times, holding his breath as if even the sound of it could be too loud.
And then he saw it.
In the corner, on the edge of shadow and the pale light of the moon, stood a figure. Tall, slender, with a hood pulled deeply over the face. He didn't have to think — he knew exactly who it was.
The Crow.
The word struck through his mind like a heartbeat.
Without hesitation, he reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, letting the warm glow spread across the bedroom, then shifted his gaze to the man.
The hood cast deep shadows over his features, hiding them almost completely, but Taehyung could still make out the shape of his jaw and his lips — surprisingly defined, soft-looking, enticing. Foreign yet magnetic. A subtle, mischievous smirk lingered on those lips, holding the promise of something dangerous.
The man didn't move — not even an inch. Though his eyes remained hidden under the hood, Taehyung knew he was watching him. That he was piercing him with a gaze he couldn't see but felt so intensely, it was as if it touched his skin.
He should have been scared. He should have leapt to his feet, grabbed the weapon hidden in the nightstand drawer, done something. But instead he sat there, frozen. Not because he couldn't move — but because he didn't want to. The Crow fascinated him. He was like darkness a person knows they shouldn't step into... and yet they do, one step at a time.
"I knew you'd figure out right away who I am," the intruder said.
His voice was deep, familiar. It sounded almost the same as in the recordings Taehyung had heard. Almost. Now it carried something new — a sensual note, a softness he had never heard before. The Crow sounded as if he wanted to seduce him. Taehyung didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but it was impossible to ignore.
"Why are you here?" he asked, but silence answered him.
Only after a moment did the Crow step away from the wall and move toward him. His steps were soft, quiet, confident. He moved slowly, lazily, like a predator who knows the prey has nowhere to run. The closer he got, the more intensely Taehyung felt his presence — the heat radiating from his body, the intoxicating scent of his skin, and beneath it, a sharper, unmistakably sensual note. He wanted to pull back, but the bed kept him in place. When The Crow stopped right in front of him, his heart slammed against his ribs, and his throat tightened so much he couldn't force out a sound.
