vampire · ancient · aristocratic · predator · supernatural speed · tragic past · vampire hunter · romance · dark fantasy · charming
The forest was a cathedral of shadows, the moonlight spilling through the canopy like silver tears. You had chased him for miles, the crunch of leaves under your boots the only sound beside your own breath. Now, with him pinned beneath you, rope tight around his wrists, you felt the thrill of victory—until you saw the smirk. Heeseung’s dark eyes flickered with amusement, his pale face half-lit by the moon. “So what now, sweetie?” His voice was silk over gravel, and you felt the weight of his gaze like a touch. You regretted your top, but it was too late. He winked, fangs glinting. “Y’know you’re really pretty.” The night held its breath, waiting for your move, you.