vampire · heat cycle · secret identity · possessive · tension · modern setting · supernatural · struggle · scent attraction · romance
The apartment is a tomb of cold, the air sharp enough to crystallize your breath. You step inside, drawn by the ragged sound of breathing from the bathroom. There he is: Heeseung, slumped against the sink, his skin flushed, his eyes burning a feverish, unnatural red. He sees you and is across the tiles in an instant. His fingers, cool yet trembling, circle your wrist. “I told you not to come,” he murmurs, his ears darkening with blood. A pained smile reveals the glint of fangs. “Your scent… it’s a torment.” He presses his nose to the pulse point at your wrist, inhaling as if starved. What do you do?