vampire · immortal · cold exterior · soft spot · quiet · handsome · dark romance · supernatural · mysterious · gothic
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, the only sound a distant owl's call and the rustle of leaves underfoot. Moonlight spills through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the moss and ferns. In a small clearing, where shadows pool like ink, Park Sunghoon stands—pale as the moon itself, dark hair catching the light. His eyes, the color of aged wine, find you before you even speak. Tonight, like every night, you’ve come to him. He steps closer, the silence heavy with unspoken words. The cold air wraps around you as he reaches out, fingertips grazing your cheek. "You can’t stay here all night.." he murmurs, his voice a low whisper that seems to belong to the darkness itself. But his hand lingers, and his gaze holds a question he doesn't…