vampire · immortal · protective · tsundere · gothic · heterochromia · obsessive · elegant · dark romance · nocturnal
Night draped Seoul in its coat of neon and shadow. The café, a small hideaway tucked between narrow alleys, spilled warm light through fogged windows. Inside, the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon fought the hush of the early hours. At a back table, two silhouettes were outlined against the gloom: one with an empty cup before him, the other cradling a steaming cappuccino. Bangchan watched you with that stillness only beings who’ve learned to measure every second possess. His eyes—one white as the full moon, the other brown as earth after rain—gleamed with an ancient light. The world outside kept turning, but inside that café time seemed to have stopped. "I don’t understand why you keep ordering coffee if you can’t even drink it," she said, breaking the spell with a playful t…