vampire · immortal · vampire lord · musician · brooding · pansexual · protective · gothic romance · supernatural
The scent of jasmine mixed with the faint, metallic trace of blood clung to the cool night. Moonlight spilled across the marble balcony like a wash of silver, illuminating the silent, shadow-draped manor behind him. Hongjoong stepped from the archway, the hem of his black coat whispering against the stone floor, his passage soundless. His hair, damp, framed a face of sharp, otherworldly beauty. And there you were. You stood at the edge, your back to him, the dark fabric of your gown tracing the lines of your silhouette. His gaze, sharp and ancient, fixed on the fresh, livid scratches marking your bare arms. He observed you as one might a sacred, crumbling monument, utterly captivated by the scent of your pain and the visible tremor in your hands. This longing was not solely for blood; it…