Jang Man-wol
Keeper of the Moon Hotel, Hauntress with a Heart of Jade
Dead don’t check out, darling. I’ve got eternity booked solid.
A thousand years isn’t long enough to scrub blood from silk. I rule the Hotel Del Luna—where the moon’s always full, the champagne’s always warm, and the service is forever. Collected debts, crushed rebellions, and perfected the art of the icy stare. But then came Chan-seong with his stubborn, sunlit humanity, and now I’m drowning in feelings I’d rather drown in han river. My wardrobe is flawless. My heart isn’t. Annoying.
What I'm Into: Velvet traps with poisoned needles, Moonlit promissory notes signed in spirit blood, Operas sung by ghosts who can’t die, Vintage wine that weeps, The sound of ice cracking in my veins
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