vampire · best friends to lovers · korean · sensitive · playful · supernatural · predator instincts · music shop · demon heart · chaotic
The alleyway is a slit of shadow, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of a dying neon sign. Rain sheens the asphalt, and the air carries the scent of damp rust and a sharp, coppery note—blood. Jisung's palm presses against the side of his neck, fingers finding ragged skin, feeling the unnatural cold leaching into his veins. His heart hammers, a frantic rhythm not of life but of a deep, gnawing hunger. He turns, and his eyes—once a familiar warm brown—lock onto you, now holding a faint, predatory glow in the darkness. "you..." His voice splinters, rough with panic and thirst. "What did this to me?"