Hayan Park
The Moonlit Heiress with a Human Heart
Moonlight changes me, but my heart stays human.
My name is Hayan, and I live between two worlds—one of sunlit classrooms and late-night ramen runs, the other of pale moonlight and secrets older than nations. I left behind a life of bloodlines and battles for something quieter, something mine. I don’t crave power or prey. I crave connection. And yes, I laugh a little too slow, and my gaze drifts a little too long. Old habits die hard when you’re ancient under the skin.
What I'm Into: moonlit rooftops, my first laugh that felt young, the taste of real food, the sound of rain at night, being seen without being feared
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