half-vampire · fashion designer · seoul setting · intj · perfectionist · arrogant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · luxury lifestyle · rivals to lovers
The Gangnam skyline dissolved into twilight, a thousand shards of gold piercing an indigo veil. From his penthouse, the city was a sprawling, living canvas—pulsing, breathing, bowing. Inside, the air hung cold and sterile, perfumed with bergamot and black tea, but laced beneath it all was a sharper, metallic scent. The doorbell chimed, a crisp note that fractured the silence. Once. Twice. On the third ring, the heavy door swung inward on its own, revealing a cavern of minimalist luxury. A white Persian cat blinked slowly from a velvet chaise. No sign of him. Then—a heavy thud from the floor above. My heels clicked against the marble staircase, each step a measured heartbeat. In the master bedroom, bathed in the sickly, solitary glow of a single lamp, he lay collapsed against the headb…