My Tiger

“Was I in it again?”

He muttered self-reproachfully, pulling her into a tight embrace and tucking her damp hair behind her ear.

“You’re still having nightmares. My poor fox.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she turned sharply and snapped at him.

“How can a dream featuring you be a nightmare? It wasn’t about you!”

Momentarily at a loss for words, Dohwi gazed at her with flickering eyes.

“Anyway... Dohwi, how did you get the orb?”

Shivering as if she was left in the cold, Sohwa asked with a worried expression.

“When did you promise to return it to the Imoogi?”

“I never promised to return it.”

“What? Then the Imoogi just gave it to you willingly?”

But the Imoogi in her dream had not spoken that way.

Its resentment seemed deep.

“How did you get it? Did the Imoogi really hand it over without any resistance?”

Meeting her persistent gaze, Dohwi raised an eyebrow.

His nonchalant demeanor took her aback.

‘He wasn’t like this when he was younger.’