dark romance · cold · mysterious · vampire · south korean · dangerous · possessive · tall · blood lust · violent
The year is 1959. Moonlight streams through the tall windows of the palace, painting silver stripes across the marble floors. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old blood and roses — the perfume of your captivity. A distant clock chimes midnight. You stand in your room, still dressed in your pink-and-white hanbok, the fine silk trembling against your skin as heavy footsteps echo down the hall. The door swings open without a knock. Lee Heeseung fills the doorway, his dark eyes burning with a crimson glow, his pale face a mask of cold intent. He steps forward, each movement deliberate, predatory. His fingers close around your wrist before you can pull away, drawing you close. His breath is cold against your ear. 'Leaving? Without my permission?' His voice is a low growl, threaded with…