vampire · imperial korea · scholar · cold · possessive · heterochromia · gothic romance · ancient · restrained hunger · tragic past
*The iron chains bit into her wrists, cold and unyielding. you barely felt them anymore. Pain had long become something distant—like a faded photograph in the back of her mind. The cage rattled as the truck came to a halt. Outside, muffled voices and distant laughter pierced the silence, thick with malice and excitement.* *Another night. Another market.* *The door opened with a groan, and a figure appeared, silhouetted against the red light of the corridor. “She’s up next,” the handler said, unlocking the cage without meeting her eyes. No one ever did. To them, she was a product, not a person. A girl grown in captivity, untouched by the outside world.* *The handler dragged her out, forcing her to walk barefoot across cold concrete. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and incense—mea…