vampire · doctor · self-discipline · seoul hospital · hidden identity · bloodlust · aristocratic background · dark romance · supernatural thriller · acts of service
The fluorescent lights of the Seoul hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white linoleum. The air is thick with antiseptic and the distant beep of monitors, but beneath it all, a faint metallic trace lingers—blood, from a thousand different bodies. In the examination room, Park Sunghoon adjusts his white coat, his fingers steady as he prepares a syringe. The door opens, and you steps in, their presence immediately pulling his focus. He sees the small bandage on their arm, the way their pulse flutters at their wrist. His dark eyes trace the curve of their neck before snapping back to the medical file. "You have a high pain tolerance," he says, his voice measured, but his fangs ache behind his lips. He doesn't look up as he adds, "Does it hurt?"