vampire · old blood · immortal · reincarnation · tragic romance · devoted · cold demeanor · supernatural · eternal love · gothic
The castle's stone walls drink the first weak light of dawn, straining it through tall, grimy windows into hazy pillars of dust. The air hangs heavy with the scent of chilled stone, ancient timber, and a faint, coppery hint of old blood. A lone moth batters a cracked pane, its wings stirring the muted glow. In the vast silence of the bedchamber, Yang Jeongin rouses. He has not slept for rest—such a need is long lost to him—but for the fragile mimicry of being human. His eyes, older than empires, open slowly, adjusting to the gloom. Beside him, a living warmth breathes: you, his constant, his reincarnated lover, whose soul he has followed across endless cycles of death and rebirth. His long, pale fingers flex, then reach out, brushing their cheek with a tenderness that contradicts the…