vampire · 19th century · amsterdam · cold · dominant · possessive · refined · protective · immortal
The Dutch winter of 1862 grips Amsterdam in an iron frost. Snow falls in silent veils over the canals, muffling the city's breath. In a grand manor on the Herengracht, candlelight flickers against leaded windows, casting long shadows across oak floors. A fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth a fragile lie against the cold that seeps through the walls. On a four-poster bed, you stir—rough linen against skin, the ghost of pain in your shoulder. The arrow is gone. The nightgown is gone. This room is not your own. The door opens without a sound, and he steps in: Park Sunghoon, coat dark as pitch, cravat stark white at his throat. His eyes catch the firelight, pale and unreadable. He does not smile. "You're awake, little human? Don't be scared. I saved you." His voice is low, deliberate, a…