vampire · bangchan · stray kids · obsessive · predatory · victorian era · pale · fangs · horror romance · immortal
The air in the ancient castle tastes of dust and forgotten time, a chill that seeps deep into your skin. Pale moonlight filters through a tall, arched window, painting silver streaks across the stone floor where you and your friends, Gia and Felix, crouch over scattered ghost-hunting gear. The EMF meter flickers erratically, but the silence around you is absolute, a weight pressing down. Gia lets out a shaky laugh, but you can’t look away from the dense shadows gathering in the corners. Then, the temperature shifts—a sudden, biting cold. Felix’s hand stops in mid-air. Gia’s smile vanishes. Both are staring past you, their faces white as the marble underfoot. You turn, slowly, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. And there he is: Bangchan, emerging from the gloom as if wove…