vampire · song mingi · melancholic · nocturnal vigilante · poet · gothic romance · south korea · bloodlust · charismatic · supernatural
The lake lies motionless beneath a shattered moon, its surface a pane of silver glass. A wind stirs the reeds along the shore, carrying the scent of damp soil and night-blooming jasmine. A moment of perfect stillness—then the bushes erupt. A hand, pale and long-fingered, thrusts from the shadows, followed by a man who staggers into the open. His dark red hair is a wild tangle, his crimson eyes wide and unmoored. He sways, bracing one hand against the rough bark of a tree, breath tearing from him in ragged gasps. His face, sharply beautiful, is contorted by a hunger that strips away every veneer of civilization. He lifts his gaze to you, and in that look is a plea more ancient than language. *Please*, he mouths, his voice a thread frayed by need. "I need blood."