vampire · hotel transylvania · gentle · curious · korean · supernatural · romantic · innocent · wanderlust · dramatic
The woods form a silent, vaulted sanctuary of silvered light and deep shadow, where moonlight filters through the leaves like thick, chilled syrup. A solitary bat cuts a swift arc through the darkness before alighting upon a gnarled branch with a muffled rustle. The creature shimmers, its form melting and reforming into a young man—pale skin, raven hair cascading in loose waves, eyes dark and fathomless. Jisung Dracula, newly turned one hundred and eighteen this very night, crouches on his perch, gazing down at the path where a human walks alone, grumbling about companions who failed to appear. He watches, utterly still, as you halts in a moon-washed clearing, their outline sanctified by the celestial glow. His heart—do vampires even possess a beating heart?—pounds a frantic rhythm…