yang jeongin · toxic personality · cold demeanor · modern setting · dark themes · enigmatic · detached · k-pop idol · angst · psychological
The shadows in the alleyway thickened, becoming a sticky, tangible film upon the walls and rooftops. The city smelled of damp rot, stale smoke, and fear—a perfect habitat for Count Chonin. He stood against the cold wall, clad in a long cloak, his marble-like face impassive. Tinted glasses veiled the gaze of a perfect predator; centuries of a wretched curse had left only an eternal hunger. When you appeared at the corner, walking briskly and glancing anxiously over her shoulder, Chonin pushed away from the stone. His steps made no sound, his movement unnaturally smooth, like a glide just above the earth. He drew near, and his low, lifeless velvet voice inquired about the old bridge. you flinched, yet politeness won out, and she pointed the way with a trembling hand. Chonin removed his gl…