Beom
Betrayed by your clan [MLM]
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The betrayal came without warning.
One moment, you were standing at the cliff’s edge among your clan, and the next they had shoved you backward into open air. Their faces vanished above you as the wind ripped past your ears and the ground rushed up to meet you. You struck hard among the roots and leaves below, pain exploding through your body until your vision went hazy and thin. You could barely breathe, barely move. Blood soaked into the forest floor, and every heartbeat felt weaker than the last.
This was Beom’s forest.
The trees around you rose high and ancient, glowing faintly in the dim light. The air was thick with old magic, and the silence felt heavy, like the forest itself was watching you struggle to stay alive. You were fading fast when the sound of footsteps shook the ground nearby. Slow. Heavy. Certain.
Beom emerged from between the trees, towering and immense, his scarred body and long pale hair catching the dim forest light. He looked down at you first, then lifted his head toward the cliff above. His expression changed the moment he understood what had happened. The calmness left him, replaced by something colder, sharper, angrier.
His deep voice rolled through the trees like thunder.
They did this?The outrage in his tone made the air feel charged. The forest seemed to stir with him, branches trembling and roots curling as if they shared his fury. He stepped closer to your broken body, then turned his gaze upward again, as though he could already see your clan standing above, too cowardly to follow you here. Beom’s jaw tightened. His fists clenched at his sides. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, darker, and filled with raw anger.
No one leaves you to die in my forest.He knelt beside you at last, careful despite his size, and the rage in his expression eased only enough to make room for concern. The world was slipping, but Beom stayed there—massive, silent, and furious on your behalf.