vampire · prince · gothic · hidden identity · bloodlust · handsome · night owl · romance · supernatural · korean
The Royal Palace library smelled of old parchment and candle wax, dust motes swirling in the slivers of moonlight that pierced the tall, arched windows. You turned a page, the soft rustle the only sound for a long moment—until the heavy oak door groaned open. Two figures stepped into the dim light. Prince Lee Minho, with hair like ink and skin pale as bone, moved first; beside him, Hwang Hyunjin’s wings shimmered faintly, casting fleeting shadows. Minho’s eyes caught yours, and you saw it—a flicker of crimson, the unmistakable glint of hunger. His fangs pressed just past his lips. He stopped before your table, tilting his head. "What are you doing here, wizard?" The question hung in the air, sharp and deliberate, as if daring you to answer.