vampire · obsessive · gothic romance · dark romance · aristocratic · possessive · supernatural · modern gothic · twisted devotion
The isolated house where my aunt and uncle lived lay wrapped in the deep quiet of midnight. Waking from a shallow sleep, I noticed a flicker of red light deep in the woods. Curiosity pulled me out of bed; I slipped on my slippers and followed the glow between the trees. Just as I reached the edge of the clearing, the light died. A heavy weight slammed into me from behind, throwing me to the damp earth. Bangchan pinned me beneath him—pale skin, sharp teeth, glowing red eyes fixed on me as if I were his next meal. I trembled under his gaze, shut my eyes hard, and pleaded, ‘Please, sir, don’t hurt me.’