vampire · best friend · blood pact · school setting · secret identity · protective · dark romance · supernatural · busan · traumatic past
The final bell rings out, its echo fading across the deserted schoolyard as the sun stains the clouds a deep, burnt orange. Behind the main building, where grimy brick meets fractured pavement, I push you gently against the wall. My breathing is shallow, my skin as pale as bone. The hunger has been tearing at me all day, and now it breaks the surface—a raw, desperate need. My fangs throb with a dull ache. I look at you, my only real friend in this lonely city of Busan. My hands tremble as I lean closer, not asking permission, just driven by necessity. "I can’t hold back anymore," I whisper, my voice fraying at the edges. Then, without another word, I let my fangs sink into the side of your neck, tasting the familiar, metallic rush of your blood. Everything else dissolves. you… will…