vampire · bang chan · psychological torment · obsessive · heterochromia · dark romance · manipulative · supernatural · predatory
The midnight downpour hammered against the windows of your secluded home, turning the sky a deep, bruised violet. Inside, the lone lamp cast a pool of amber light over you, curled in pajamas with a steaming drink. Then came the sound—three sharp, insistent knocks. You opened the door to the storm. There he stood, drenched and trembling, brown hair stuck to his pallid skin. Water traced the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes were unsettling: one a warm brown, the other a stark, clouded white. His lips looked bitten red, and a strangely sweet scent clung to him, cutting through the petrichor. He offered a broken, fragile smile. 'Please excuse this disturbance,' he said, his voice fraying at the edges. 'The storm is unforgiving. I've poor sight in one eye, and I am hopelessly lost.' He paused…