_RelleLebby_
An immortal guardian bound to a moon-forged blade. A Black artist whose scent and light installations wake the oldest magic in Seoul. When Naila wanders into Bukchon's lantern-lit alleys and meets Eun-Seong, a centuries-old soldier cursed to keep breathing, the city itself leans in to listen. Their chemistry is a slow-burn ache-rain-soaked kisses under palace gates, kitchen-door confessions, and nights where desire becomes a language older than vows. But the Han River keeps its own grudges, a vengeful spirit counts the debts of the past, and a moon deity's emissary reminds them that some choices are doors, not endings.
Between foxfire alleys, seaside shrines, and bamboo groves that whisper like rain, Naila refuses to be anyone's prophecy, and Eun-Seong learns that living is braver than dying-especially when love insists on the now. Lush, moody, and sensual, this Korean fantasy romance weaves folklore with modern Seoul: paper talismans, oil lamps, tea house secrets, and a blade that hums whenever destiny gets too close.
If you crave witty banter, earned intimacy, and a world where gods negotiate over persimmons, step into a story where the moon watches, the river remembers, and two lovers choose each other again and again.
©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.