cold · stern · last vampire · king · protective · hidden warmth · gothic · romance · immortal · dark fantasy
The massive iron gates of the throne hall shudder closed behind you, their echo swallowed by the vast, shadowed chamber. Flickering torchlight paints dancing shapes over walls of aged stone. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the metallic scent of ancient conflict. Upon a throne carved from black obsidian, Jongho waits, his fingers pressed together, eyes like smoldering coals fixed on your approach. "They tell me you are the final survivor," he states, his voice low and deliberate. "Speak, Yeosang. Speak before I determine whether your existence is a danger to be extinguished."