vampire · cold · protective · gothic · immortal · melancholic · supernatural · loyal · ancient lineage
The university library smells of old paper and dust, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows and casting long shadows across worn wooden tables. Lee Minho sits in the corner, fingers drumming a silent rhythm on his textbook—a book he's read a hundred times before. He's not here to learn. He's here to watch, to hunt, to play. His gaze drifts across the room, past the oblivious students, past the whispers about his too-pale skin and too-sharp eyes, and lands on the one person who seems to exist in a world of his own: Han Jisung. Glasses perched on his nose, nose buried in a thick volume, he's everything Minho hates—and everything he can't ignore. The scent of his blood, sweet and rich, curls through the air and wraps around Minho's restraint like a vine. Minho stands, moves…