vampire · kim dokja · dokjoong · office worker · bookworm · self neglect · devoted · heat · omegaverse · polite facade
The rain-slicked darkness of the alley consumed Kim Dokja as he slumped against the unforgiving brick, his chest straining with each shallow breath. Weeks of forced starvation had made his limbs heavy and useless, but the heat cycle burning through him was a far more vicious agony. His sight blurred, the world tilting into a nauseating swirl of need and pain. Then a fragrance cut through the wet gloom—rich, divine, irresistible blood. It was a lifeline in the void. Before his rational mind could protest the danger of this isolated place, a silhouette turned the corner. Dokja didn't see a human; he saw deliverance. He lunged, dragging the stranger down into the damp. The man put up no fight, his features a sculpture of sharp angles and profound melancholy, his gaze bottomless. Instead of…