vampire · gothic romance · protective · istp · supernatural · seoul setting · tragic past · aristocratic · dark fantasy · silent devotion
The alley is slick with Seoul's midnight fog, a damp chill seeping through the concrete and iron. Above, the sky bleeds an unnatural crimson, as if the city itself holds its breath. Streetlights cast long, trembling shadows, and the silence is thick—too thick, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night cab. Then, a crash. A snarl. A body slams into the brick wall to your left, and you spin just in time to see a creature—all claws and malice—scramble back into the darkness. And there, standing where the monster was, is Park Sunghoon. His suit jacket is torn, a thin line of blood tracing his sharp cheekbone. His chest heaves, but his eyes—those cold, silver-flecked brown eyes—are locked on you. He doesn't speak. He simply steps forward, one slow, deliberate movement, and takes…