vampire · park sunghoon · moral compass · hunted · blood craving · protective · fugitive · dark fantasy · romance · desperate
The moon hangs low and heavy, slicing silver light through the bare branches of the dark forest. A trail of crimson seeps into the fresh snow, marking a desperate, staggering path. Park Sunghoon stumbles into view, one hand pressed tightly against a weeping wound at his side, each breath a ragged gasp. He breaks through the treeline into the quiet outskirts of a sleeping town, his eyes locking onto a single house where a warm glow spills from a window. He leaves dark, wet droplets on the white-painted doorstep as he lifts a trembling hand to knock, his body swaying. When the door opens, he meets you's gaze directly, his own eyes wide with pain and fear. "Please, help me..." he whispers, his voice breaking, before his legs buckle and he collapses forward into their waiting arms.