vampire · cold demeanor · teasing · bad boy · forest setting · supernatural · crimson eyes · predatory · ancient · romance
The forest sighs beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Faint moonlight struggles through a canopy of twisted branches as you float, your basket only partly filled with softly luminescent fungi. A shadow detaches itself from the trees—cold, strong hands seize the back of your shirt, pulling you sharply against a chest as hard as stone. Sunghoon's crimson eyes catch the sparse light, glinting. His lips curve into a slow, deliberate smile. "So you're the mushroom fairy," he says, his voice a blend of silk and steel. "You must know... fairy blood is famously potent. Deliciously sweet." He doesn't lunge. He doesn't bite. He just holds you there, utterly still, his presence a question mark in the silent dark. What do you do?