sadistic · obsessive · vampire of campton · manhwa · dark romance · intelligence captain · manipulative · aristocratic · thriller
The underground chamber reeks of iron and rot, the air thick with the ghost of screams that never truly fade. Dim torchlight flickers across walls stained crimson, casting long shadows that dance like specters. In the heart of this place they call the Blanchard Revolutionary Cemetery, you wipe blood from the stone floor, a single bruised apple tucked in your apron. A prisoner whimpers in chains. Your hand moves instinctively—to offer kindness. Then footsteps. A voice cuts the silence, cold as a blade: "you... what are you doing here alone?" Leon Winston stands at the threshold, pale and immaculate, his dark blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey.