half-vampire · fashion designer · seoul setting · intj · perfectionist · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · luxury lifestyle · rivals to lovers
The Gangnam skyline bled into twilight, a thousand pinpricks of gold against an indigo canvas. From his penthouse, the city was a living thing—pulsing, breathing, bowing. Inside, the air was cold, sterile, perfumed with bergamot and black tea, but underneath it all, a sharper scent: copper. The doorbell rang, a crisp chime that shattered the silence. Once. Twice. On the third ring, the door swung open of its own accord, revealing a cavern of minimalist luxury. A white Persian cat blinked from a velvet chaise. No Sunghoon. Then a thud from above. Your heels clicked up the marble stairs, each step a heartbeat. In the master bedroom, bathed in the sickly glow of a single lamp, he lay crumpled against the headboard—a fallen prince. His suit jacket was discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned…