Days turned into weeks, and Jaceon found himself standing at the crossroads of his existence—caught between the overwhelming pull of his feelings for Levi and the unyielding demands of his fate. Every attempt to distance himself, to sever the connection between them, had been futile. No matter what he did, no matter how many times he convinced himself it was for the best, the bond he shared with Levi refused to break. It had become a part of him, like an insidious whisper he couldn't ignore.
It had been a week since he handed Levi the resignation letter.
A cold weight had settled in his chest the moment he had done it, but he told himself it was the right decision. If he stayed away, maybe he could regain control over his emotions, over the chaos that Levi's presence stirred within him. But when he handed the letter to Levi, the look in his eyes—a mixture of confusion, hurt, and disbelief—had crushed him in ways he couldn't explain.
Levi had refused it.
Without a word, he simply pushed the paper back toward Jaceon, his fingers brushing against his in that familiar, electric way.
"I don't want this," Levi had said softly, his voice trembling. "You can't just walk away from me. Not like this."
Jaceon had tried to fight it, tried to tell himself it was the best option. But standing there in front of Levi, watching his eyes that shone with so many unspoken words, Jaceon realized something undeniable.
Levi wouldn't let him go. Not without a fight.
And Jaceon... Jaceon didn't want to let go either.
They hadn't confessed their feelings yet, not in so many words. They both knew how they felt, though. The tension between them was unbearable—unsaid things lingered in every glance, every touch, every stolen moment. But they hadn't crossed that line yet, hadn't dared to speak the truth aloud.
Levi was scared.
Jaceon could see it every time their eyes met, every time they were close. Levi, for all his strength and charm, was terrified of being judged. His heart was heavy with the fear of what others would think, especially his father, who held unrelenting control over his life.
Jaceon understood the weight of that fear all too well. He, too, was bound by chains—chains of his own creation. His love for Levi was a betrayal, not just to his family, but to everything he had ever known. Demons were not supposed to feel, to love. They were supposed to take souls, corrupt them, and drag them down into Hell without a second thought.
But Levi had done something Jaceon couldn't explain. He had cracked something within him. The more he tried to stay away, the more the pull of his emotions became undeniable.
He loved Levi.
And it terrified him.
Jaceon could not bring himself to accept the truth, could not bear the thought of falling in love with his prey, the one soul he was supposed to take. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was a demon, a creature of darkness. Levi was a human, fragile, beautiful, and pure. They didn't belong together.
But every time he saw Levi—his smile, his kindness, the way he cared for others—it felt impossible to stay away. He could feel his heart breaking into pieces every time he thought about leaving him, knowing that to do so would be to sever the one light in his existence.
The night they had shared together in silence, the quiet moments when neither of them dared to speak, but their hearts said everything. Jaceon had wanted to confess, wanted to break the silence between them, but the words stuck in his throat. How could he say it? How could he admit that he, a demon, had fallen in love with a human?
And Levi—Levi was just as lost. He was afraid of judgment, afraid of the consequences, afraid of his father's anger. He was scared that the love they shared would cost him everything. What if his father found out? What if he was cast aside, rejected, or worse, condemned for loving someone of the same gender?
Neither of them could take the step forward, trapped in their own fears. The distance between them grew wider with each passing day, but neither was willing to let go.
Jaceon knew it was only a matter of time before they had to face the truth. There was no escaping this. Their love, whether they acknowledged it or not, had already shaped their fate. They couldn't run from it anymore.
But what would it cost them? What would they have to sacrifice for this love to survive?
The answer lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive.
And still, neither of them could find the courage to speak the words.
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