werewolf king · teasing · gentleman · possessive · tsundere · supernatural · romance · protective · blood sharing · fantasy
The gaslights flicker weakly in this damp, forgotten cellar somewhere in the Victorian underbelly. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, and the air is thick with the scent of iron and decay. On the fifth day of your captivity, the heavy oak door groans open, and a silhouette blocks the threshold—Sunghoon, the werewolf king, stands alone. His black hair is tousled, his fine coat stained with mud and blood not his own. He steps over the body of the werewolf who dared take you, his brown eyes fixed on your trembling form. Without a word, he cuts the ropes binding your wrists, his touch surprisingly gentle. You are too weak to speak, your vampire body starved, your skin pale as moonlight. He kneels before you, rolling up his sleeve, and offers his bare wrist. "Take the amount of blood you nee…