The Devil Judge [BL Version]

On the other side of the mansion, Kang Yo-Han sat alone in his private quarters, a drawer before him. He opened it with a touch of reverence, revealing a simple yet elegant ring nestled inside. Engraved on the inner band were the names "Yo-Han" and "Isaac."

His fingers traced the letters as memories flooded his mind. A life that had once been shared, a love that had been both his solace and his strength. He lifted the ring, holding it up to the light, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Isaac," he murmured to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. The ring was a connection to a past that had shaped him, a past he still held dear even as he moved forward in a different world.

The ring spun gently in his hand, catching the light in a dance of reflection. As he twirled it, a sense of bittersweet comfort enveloped him. In his solitude, he allowed himself to remember, to cherish the moments that had been and the love that still lingered.

Yet, as the ring settled in his palm, his gaze turned introspective. "Could I have done more?" he questioned himself silently, the weight of his decisions heavy on his heart. The ring was a reminder of both love and loss, a testament to the complexity of his past.

The next day, Kang Yo-Han walked into Ga-on's room and looked at Ga-on, his expression firm yet tinged with concern. "Ga-on, I need you to stay here for now. It's safer if you remain within the mansion until we've identified the person responsible for the explosion."

Ga-on's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of frustration in his gaze. "Yo-Han, I appreciate your concern, but I can't just sit around doing nothing."

Yo-Han's stern gaze met Ga-on's, his tone unwavering. "I understand your frustration, but your safety is my priority. We need to find the person behind this, and I can't risk anything happening to you."

Ga-on's shoulders slumped, a mixture of understanding and reluctance in his expression. "Alright, I get it. But being cooped up isn't exactly my idea of fun."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Yo-Han's lips. "Well, consider it a temporary inconvenience. Besides, you won't be alone here." His eyes held a mischievous glint as he continued, "And don't think I won't hear about any complaints from the maid. You know what happens when I do."

As he spoke, Yo-Han moved closer to Ga-on, his lips dangerously close to Ga-on's. It was a playful warning, a mix of teasing and genuine concern. The tension in the room seemed to crackle, the proximity between them sending a rush of emotions through Ga-on.

Ga-on's heart raced, his breath catching as he felt the closeness between them. His lips curved into a wry smile, a spark of challenge in his eyes. "Oh really? And what happens when you hear a complaint?"

Yo-Han's voice dropped to a low, intimate tone, their lips almost brushing against each other's. "Let's just say, it's a punishment you won't want to receive."

Their playful banter hung in the air, a mixture of tension and attraction intertwining. Yo-Han's gaze held Ga-on's captive for a moment longer before he pulled away, his expression returning to a more composed demeanor.

"Rest up, Ga-on," Yo-Han said, his tone back to its usual controlled authority. "We'll get to the bottom of this."

Ga-on nodded, the memory of their closeness lingering in his mind. "I'll try not to cause any trouble then."

As Ga-on turned to leave the room, he couldn't shake the electrifying sensation of their almost-shared moment. The promise of uncovering the truth now held a secondary allure, competing with the enigmatic magnetism that was Kang Yo-Han.

In the confines of the mansion, Ga-on's restlessness got the better of him. Despite Kang Yo-Han's instructions, he found himself unable to stay confined to his room any longer. The walls seemed to close in around him, and the need to explore, to seek answers, grew too strong to resist.