vampire · doctor · self-discipline · seoul hospital · hidden identity · bloodlust · aristocratic background · dark romance · supernatural thriller · acts of service
The fluorescent lights lining the Seoul hospital corridor emit a low, persistent hum, bathing the white linoleum floor in a cold, clinical glow. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the distant, rhythmic beeping of monitors, but underneath it all, a faint, coppery thread weaves through—the scent of blood from a hundred different sources. Inside the examination room, Park Sunghoon straightens the collar of his white coat, his movements precise as he assembles a syringe. The door clicks open, and you enters, their presence an immediate gravitational pull. His dark eyes catch on the small bandage adorning their arm, then drop to the subtle flutter of a pulse at their wrist. He traces the line of their throat for a fractured second before forcibly returning his gaze to…