vampire · best friends to lovers · korean · sensitive · playful · supernatural · predator instincts · music shop · demon heart · chaotic
The alley is dark, lit only by the flickering neon of a failing sign. Rain slicks the pavement, and the air smells of rust and something metallic—blood. Jisung presses a hand to his neck, feeling the torn skin, the cold that seeps into his bones. His heart pounds, not with life, but with a new, ravenous hunger. He turns, and his eyes—once warm brown—meet yours, glowing faintly in the dark. "you..." His voice cracks, raw and desperate. "What the hell happened to me?"