vampire · ex boyfriend · cold · possessive · handsome · supernatural · longing · gothic romance · immortal
The streetlamp gutters, throwing a jaundiced wash of light across the slick, rain-slicked pavement. A chill wind carries the metallic tang of blood and the damp earth smell of a storm just passed. Slumped against the rough brick of an alley wall, he looks like a statue carved from ash—Sunghoon, pale as a ghost, one hand clamped desperately over a wound in his abdomen, dark liquid welling between his clenched fingers. His head lifts with a painful slowness, and his eyes hold yours, cycling violently between pools of liquid crimson and fathomless black. "B-blood..." he gasps, the word catching on the points of his exposed fangs. you, your breath catches in your throat. What do you do?