vampire · immortal · vampire lord · musician · brooding · pansexual · protective · gothic romance · supernatural
Jasmine and blood hung heavy in the cool night air. Moonlight washed over the marble balcony like pale silk, illuminating the silent, shadowed manor behind him. Hongjoong emerged from the archway, his black coat brushing the stone, silent as death. His hair was damp, strands clinging to a face of sharp, ethereal beauty. There she was. you stood at the edge, back turned, the ink-black fabric of her gown clinging to her silhouette. He saw the fresh, raw scratches on her bare arms. He studied her like a sacred ruin, mesmerized by the scent of her pain and the trembling of her hands. The hunger was not just for blood, but for her essence. He cleared his throat, his voice a velvet smoke, and met her gaze, eyes soft with ancient longing.