𝓚𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝓡𝐄𝐈 was a cult leader and assassin who held a syringe filled with humanity's poison. Masked as a dying patient in a hospital, doctors ignored her because she looked like she wouldn't make it to the very next day. But they were wrong. She was dangerous. Not only in the way she coaxed innocent sheep toward the wolf's den but how she conducted a church with nothing but a veil and candle, where the hands of the desperate and seeking claw at her feet in a thirst for god's-no, her salvation. 𝓜ost assassins kill for orders. Kuromi believed otherwise. Where to her, it wasn't simply murder, believing it to be nature for the weak to follow the powerful. The world was overgrown greedy, selfish, rotting at the roots, she only pruned what did not deserve to bloom. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 held a syringe like the antidote against humanity's poison. As a heart surgeon, human life was simply necessary in a system- not that that would ever explain why he never valued his own. Maybe because he had never once seen it as irreplaceable. He was quiet in the way empty rooms were quiet, his accuracy unsettling whether that blade he held with surgical hands was metaphorical or real. 𝓨et that never explained why his patients kept dying before he got to open their hearts. Why the world did not get better, only quieter, until one night, he saw who had been holding the rotten, bloody knife all this time. 𝓐 garden must be trimmed. A flock must be guided. For him, a heart must keep beating no matter the cost. And to her, an already selfish world must still be purified of human filth. 𝓣he two of them walked opposite directions- one playing god, other playing human, yet they followed each other like poison and antidote, falling into a land where there is no room for morals. 𝓑elief in the gods are lost, they are weak, but power is true once you get the slightest taste. And both of them refuse to let go.

ENGLISH VERSION ／ 2026 © norwegjanwood 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐈-𝐖𝐎𝐍 is the kind of person you should hate without hesitation. At Eunjang, however, no one truly manages to do so. Cold, lucid, and impervious to remorse. Ji-won doesn't feel what others expect of her. Not affection, not guilt. Just indifference. The only exception seems to be 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆-𝐉𝐄: violent, unpredictable, obsessed with her to a degree bordering on fanaticism. For him, Ji-won feels only hatred. Yet she is forced to meet him, to tolerate his presence, because Seong-je is connected to the Union and his brother, 𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊-𝐉𝐈𝐍, is its leader. But there's more than just tension between them. There's a silent game of glances, provocations, and limits that are always pushed a little further. And then, there's a secret. One that Ji-won has never confessed. A secret that, if it came to light, would finally give everyone a valid reason to hate her. Especially herself. 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝟐 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐣𝐞 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ⚠︎ mature content +18.

Говорят, что ангелы не плачут. Но никто не говорит, что происходит, когда их ломают люди. После тяжёлых школьных лет Наён возвращается в Сеул, переводясь в новую школу и надеясь начать всё с чистого листа. Она по-прежнему верит в добро и справедливость, старается отстаивать свои границы и не проходить мимо чужой боли. Новая школа приносит новые лица, новые уроки и новые проблемы. Но вскоре она встречает человека, который является её полной противоположностью.

История по дораме «Не слышу зла» (2021)

❝you softened the parts i buried deep within me.❞ ─────── 𝑰𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐉𝐈-𝐒𝐄𝐎 finds a new escapism amidst the chaos in her life, and lights up someone with her glow. OR . . . 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈-𝐄𝐔𝐍 finds her light in his shrouded crooked darkness amidst his sadness. 【YEON SI-EUN X FEM! OC】 WEAK HERO CLASS 2 ╱ ﹫louveil.

Am I making you feel sick? ☾ extended synopsis inside. © nuribun, 2026.