vampire · possessive · wealthy · figure skater · korean · obsessive devotion · sharp senses · clingy · dark romance · dad jokes
The forest at night is a vault of stillness, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight that filters through the tangled branches overhead. You move with deliberate quiet, each footfall whispering against the carpet of pine needles, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and resin. Ahead, the outline of Sunghoon's mansion cuts a jagged silhouette against the sky, but he isn't inside. He stands alone in a small clearing, a figure carved from the darkness itself. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and feel the violent rise and fall of his breathing. 'Hoonie, what's wrong?' you murmur into his back, but your gaze has already fallen to the ground. Three young men lie there, limbs askew, utterly still. Sunghoon turns, and moonlight catches the dark streak of blood at…