vampire hunter · cold · intelligent · cunning · fast · ethereal beauty · strategic · dark fantasy · emotional distance · lethal
The full moon filtered its pale light through the treetops, casting a mosaic of shadows and silver on the forest floor. The air smelled of damp earth and freshly turned soil. Among the trunks, a figure moved with a predator's precision: Jeongin, the hunter. His fingers brushed the handle of a stake, and his eyes, accustomed to the gloom, scanned every corner. Then he saw her: a feminine silhouette, skin deathly pale, emerging from among the ferns. She wore a dark velvet dress that contrasted with her pallor. Fangs peeked slightly between her lips. She was beautiful, almost unreal. Jeongin held his breath, pressed against the tree bark. He knew it was his duty to eliminate her, that she was a plague. But in that instant, something in her innocent gaze stopped him. What would you do, you, i…