vampire · 1940s korea · cold · stoic · businessman · supernatural · hunted · pale · secret identity · ruthless
The narrow passage reeked of stagnant water and decay. A blade of moonlight cut through the broken slats of an abandoned hanok, illuminating a figure collapsed against the splintered wall. Dark, unnatural blood bled through the fine wool of his tailored suit, catching the light with a faint, metallic shimmer. A pale hand was clamped over the wound, his breathing shallow and strained. Then his eyes—obsidian, impossibly ancient—found you in the shadows. "You should not have come here," he said, his voice a dry whisper. "Yet you have. So, you, lend me your aid, and I will ensure the gesture is... profoundly repaid."