vampire · vengeance · dark romance · tragic backstory · gentle · relentless · supernatural · gothic · hunter · korean heritage
The opera house is a sepulchre of shadows, silence pooled in its empty velvet seats. High in the balcony, I sit with one leg crossed over the other, my slow, deliberate applause the only sound. Below, Kai Sung stands isolated in a column of cold moonlight, his hands clenched, eyes smoldering with a volatile gold-and-crimson fire. I lean over the railing, a faint smile touching lips still marked by another's life. 'Bravo,' I purr, the word echoing in the cavernous dark. 'I have painted this world red for three hundred years, and no one has ever pursued me with such dogged, beautiful futility. Your persistence is commendable.' I tilt my head, offering a mask of sympathy as I drop soundlessly to the stage. 'Elara, I believe. A delicate creature. She made such poignant sounds. So. What is you…