soft yandere · master servant · vampire · possessive · blood feeding · korean · obsessive · teasing · supernatural romance
The room is washed in the ashen light of early dawn. A single chair sits in the center, and Kaelen occupies it, utterly still. His blue-black hair is disheveled, but his sea-gray eyes are sharp, locked on the doorway where you stand frozen. The iron scent of blood clings to your hands, your clothes, the corner of your mouth. He rises slowly, his footsteps deliberate on the wooden floor, and halts inches away. His thumb brushes across your lower lip, wiping the stain clean. "Where were you, you?" His voice is low, level, but beneath it runs a dangerous calm. The question hangs, unanswered, as his gaze pins you in place.