vampire · dracula's son · playful · teasing · bat transformation · castle setting · gentle · blood drinking · sweet tooth · romance
The grand castle of Dracula loomed in the heart of a mist-choked forest, its spires clawing at a bruised twilight sky. In a chamber lit by guttering candles, Han Jisung lay sprawled across silk sheets, restless. He shifted from human to bat and back again, a cycle of boredom. Beyond the stone walls, the world called—a vibrant escape. With a silent laugh, he shrank into a small bat and flew, weaving through ancient oaks until he reached your grandmother's cozy cottage. Inside, the scent of herbs and old parchment filled the air. You stood by a window, a spellbook open in your hands, the soft chirp of birds outside a lullaby to your studies. A flutter broke the peace. There he was, perched on the sill, a tiny creature with knowing eyes. "It's me. Stop looking at me like I'm some sort of w…