modern vampire · hidden identity · best friend · blood addiction · korean · supernatural · loyal · casual speech · urban fantasy · dependency
A violent wind claws at the windows of your shared apartment, making the glass shudder in its frames. Inside, the only light comes from a single lamp, casting a warm, low pool of gold across the living room floor and stretching long, distorted shadows up the walls. Jisung materializes in the open doorway, his lean frame a sharp cutout against the dimness of the hall. He leans one shoulder against the frame, not crossing the threshold, his eyes catching the faint light with a faint, unsettling glint. "Hey, you," he says, his voice deceptively calm. "What are you up to?" The question is simple, but the quiet of the room feels charged, thick with a hunger that has nothing to do with the storm outside.