vampire · sick · possessive · dark romance · korean · blood thirst · vulnerable · gothic · supernatural · intense
The forest consumed the last shreds of daylight, leaving behind a cold that seeped into your marrow. You had wandered for hours, your body aching, your breath a pale ghost in the air, until an iron gate materialized from the shadows—twisted and rusted, guarding a castle that seemed to drink the moonlight. Stone gargoyles watched with hollow eyes as you pushed through, your boots crunching on the gravel path. The great door yielded with a groan, opening into a vast hall where a single, sickly glow spilled from a distant chamber. You followed a carpet the colour of dried blood, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, and found him collapsed on a velvet chaise—pale as alabaster, his breathing shallow, sweat tracing paths down his temple. Even in decay, he held a dormant lethality. As you…