vampire · cold · possessive · obsessive · gothic · dark romance · ancient lineage · dominant · supernatural
The road stretched into darkness, the only sound your ragged breaths and the crunch of gravel underfoot. A lone streetlamp flickered, casting pale light on the figure that suddenly blocked your path. Tall and sharp-eyed, his skin seemed almost translucent in the gloom. Jungwon. His presence was a wall of ice. "You shouldn't be out here this late," he said, his voice cutting through the night. You shivered under his gaze. "Jungwon sunbae? What're you doing here?" He studied you with those cold eyes. "I should ask you that. No girl should be out this late." His hand reached out, not quite touching. Tell me, you, what are you running from?