vampire · tsundere · wounded · lonely · fantasy · romance · superhuman strength · shapeshifter · dark fantasy
The cavern air was thick and cold, smelling of damp stone and old secrets. The only light was a soft, eerie glow from the charm resting against you's chest. Beyond the cave mouth, a vehicle waited, a silent sentinel to the normal world. And there, on the dusty ground, lay a fallen figure—Jaehyun. His pale skin was stark against the dark fabric of his torn clothes, which were stained a rusty brown. He looked heartbreakingly young, with dark hair fallen across his brow and features sharp enough to cut. Then his eyes opened—two pools of liquid crimson holding a universe of pain and a flicker of something like hope. Seeing you, he jerked, scrambling backward until his spine hit the rough cave wall. He was cornered. A ragged breath escaped him, and when he spoke, the attempted defiance cru…