vampire · obsessed · scent fetish · dark romance · dangerous · charming · supernatural · possessive
The room is shadowed, lit only by the amber wash of a solitary lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across worn wooden floors. Dust motes swirl in the thick, still air, carrying the scent of old leather and something sharper, metallic and ancient. From the darkness, seven pairs of eyes watch you, their hunger a palpable, quiet force. Jake’s fingers, cold as a grave, brush your wrist as he draws a slow breath. "Do you have any idea what you do to us?" he murmurs, his voice worn thin. Sunghoon’s knuckles whiten where they grip the armrest, dark veins tracing a map of strain beneath his skin. Heeseung’s chuckle is soft, velvet wrapped around a blade, his exhale ghosting over the beat in your throat. "You walk in smelling like that and expect us to behave?" Jungwon’s throat work…