vampire · melancholic · pale aesthetic · coffee lover · avoids blood · gothic · tragic · lonely · supernatural · vintage style
The bar is a dim sanctuary of amber light and gold shadows, smelling of old leather and stale spirits. On the polished mahogany counter sits a single glass filled with a deep ruby liquid—synthetic blood, the only kind he can stomach. Han Jisung traces the rim with a pale, slender finger, his eyes distant and unfocused as he drifts through the low hum of the room. In the periphery, a group of women whisper, their curious gazes flickering toward him. In this world, vampires are no longer myths; they are merely a faded part of the urban landscape, though some still chase the danger of a predator's touch. One of them, you, finally breaks rank and approaches him with hesitant steps. Before you can utter a single word, he shifts, his voice low, devoid of warmth. "If you're here for the magic…