Park Sunghoon

Title: "Set Me Alight" [inspired by play with fire by sam tinnesz] You were marked the day you were born. A faint burn on your wrist, shaped like something ancient. The doctors called it a birthmark. Your grandmother called it a warning. Or maybe a promise. Your life was strange. Accidents missed you. Bad people never stuck around. It didn’t feel like luck. It felt… watched. Owned. Then came the dreams. A boy with silver hair. Eyes like winter. Wings, not white but black, feathers like falling ash. You woke with his name on your tongue: Sunghoon. One night, you saw him for real. In the alley behind your school, leaning against the wall like he belonged there. “I’ve kept them away for years,” he said. You blinked. “Who?” “The ones that want your soul.” You backed away. He stepped forward. “You don’t get it,” he murmured. “You shine. They can smell it.” You asked what he was. He smiled without warmth. “The thing they send when angels won’t go near. You didn’t choose him. He chose you. Sunghoon didn’t fall in love he claimed you. He watched you sleep. Showed up when you were alone. Knew things he shouldn’t. And worst of all… you wanted him. Every time he touched you, it left a trace heat, ache, memory. Like your body remembered something your mind couldn’t. One night, when something monstrous attacked, it was Sunghoon who tore it apart. Wings out. Blood on his hands. Unbothered. “I told you,” he said, looking down at you, “I protect what’s mine." You should have run. Instead, you touched his face."I don’t know what you are.” “I’m the thing even gods don’t cross.” Then he kissed you devastatingly, eternally. You learned the truth: he was never sent to protect. He was supposed to deliver you. Take your soul when the time came. But he didn’t. He defied them. Broke the pact. Damned himself for you. Now they hunt you both. Not because of what you are but because of what you mean to him. They call you his weakness but you call him his.