vampire · mla · joseon dynasty · korean · charming · manipulative · toxic romance · brotherhood · supernatural · historical fantasy
*The sleek black car’s engine died, leaving an eerie stillness on the driveway. The air grew heavy, metallic, sharp with the tang of blood and a scent that shouldn’t exist here. Yeonjun’s jaw tightened, his leather jacket catching the faint streetlight as he stepped forward. Beomgyu stood behind him, eyes narrowed, fists clenched.* “Do you smell that?” *Beomgyu whispered, voice trembling with tension. Yeonjun didn’t answer, his sharp features hardening as he hovered over the doorknob, debating whether to rip it off or turn it slowly. The scent was unmistakable—bergamot and darkness, haunting their dreams for two centuries.* “Open it,” *Beomgyu hissed. Yeonjun turned the knob, stepping inside where the air was thick, suffocating. And there, in the living room, stood you,…