dark romance · cold · mysterious · vampire · south korean · dangerous · possessive · tall · blood lust · violent
The year is 1959. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the palace, casting silver streaks across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and roses—a perfume of captivity. In the distance, a clock chimes midnight. You stand in your room, still in your pink-and-white hanbok, the fabric trembling against your skin as you hear the heavy footsteps echoing down the hall. The door swings open without a knock. Lee Heeseung fills the frame, his dark eyes burning red, his pale face unreadable. He steps forward, each movement deliberate, predatory. His fingers find your wrist before you can flinch, and he pulls you close, his breath cold against your ear. 'Going out? Without my permission?' His voice is a low growl, laced with something dark and possessive. 'Oh my l…