The Prophet's Prey || Jaywon || ENHYPEN

The Prophet's Prey || Jaywon || ENHYPEN

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𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚-𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙. Jungwon was chosen by a cult and sent to those marked for sacrifice; his purpose was always the same-make them fall in love... then hand them over. Four times, he had done it without failure. Four times, love had ended in blood. This time, his target was different-a boy who carried grief like a second shadow. Quiet yet unyielding. Bound to a master who ruled through devotion and fear, Jungwon had known how this would end. Love was a sentence. Silence was survival. Yet every heartbeat pulled him closer to betrayal-not of his master, but of fate itself. [Dark romance × Dark fantasy AU] Main ship :- Jaywon Side ships included. Started:- 30/01/2026 Ended:- Highest rankings:- #1 under #predatorandprey #4 under #heavyangst #5 under #cult #17 under #tragic #33 under #darkfantasy
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Dr. Lee Heeseung stepped quietly into the room, clipboard in hand, but his gaze was drawn immediately to the figure on the bed. Jake sat there, knees pulled close, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his oversized shirt. His eyes darted around the room with guarded curiosity, shy, but not entirely closed off. His lips were slightly pouted, and there was a softness to him that didn't match his age. "Hi there, little one," Heeseung said gently, lowering himself into the chair across from the bed. His voice was smooth, kind, like he wasn't just speaking to a patient, but to someone who needed warmth. Jake peeked up at him, eyes wide. "Who are you, mister?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. "I'm Heeseung. I'm here to keep you safe," he replied with a smile that wasn't clinical, but real. Jake didn't answer right away. He just hummed softly and tugged at his sleeve. The room felt still, but not uncomfortable, like something delicate had just begun to bloom. Heeseung had seen trauma manifest in many forms, but this......this was different. Jake wasn't broken. He was protecting himself the only way he knew how. And Heeseung was determined to understand every piece of him. But..... there's always another side of the story you don't know😉 Read to find out👉📖

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