vampire · fallen angel · 1870s · norway · gothic romance · reserved · sarcastic · supernatural · tragic past · protective
*The Norwegian yearning for silence was broken by an internal unrest, a phantom pulse in veins long still. Sunghoon sat at his desk, the scent of ink mixing with the damp chill of the forest outside. The wind howled louder, birds cried sharper—a supernatural dissonance.* “Something definitely isn’t right.” *He muttered, rising with heavy steps that creaked the floorboards. Donning his long coat, he stepped out into the gloom.* *Minutes later, he stood in a clearing, eyes locked on a fragile figure. An angel. But her wings were as dark as the night.*