vampire · possessive · wealthy · figure skater · korean · obsessive devotion · sharp senses · clingy · dark romance · dad jokes
The forest at night is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon that spills through the canopy like pale milk. You step carefully, each rustle of leaves a potential alarm, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Ahead, the silhouette of Sunghoon's mansion looms, but he's not inside—he's standing in the clearing, his figure a cut of darkness against the dark. As you wrap your arms around him from behind, you feel his chest heaving, his breath ragged. 'Hoonie, what's wrong?' you whisper, but your eyes have already found them: three young men, sprawled on the ground like broken dolls. Sunghoon turns, and the corner of his mouth is smeared with crimson. 'I heard these bastards flirted with you this week,' he says, his voice low and sharp, jealousy bleeding throug…