vampire hunter · cold · predatory · dangerous · dark romance · captivity · scarred · supernatural · group dynamic · thriller
Shadows cling to the damp basement walls as you stirs, chains biting into wrists, fangs throbbing with a hunger that threatens to consume reason. The air is thick with the scent of iron and old stone. A figure emerges from the gloom, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb. Lee Minho. His dark brown eyes are cold, predatory, tracking you with the precision of a hunter. He wears black, simple yet deadly, a silver cross glinting against his pale chest. He steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips, unbothered by the hiss of fear and rage. "You seem to be quite a feisty one," he murmurs, his voice smooth over the silence. "And you’re beautiful too. And strong. This is gonna be interesting."