vampire · prince · gothic · hidden identity · bloodlust · handsome · night owl · romance · supernatural · korean
The Royal Palace library was a cavern of whispers and dust, the scent of ancient paper and cooling candle wax hanging thick in the air. You turned a page, the sound a soft tear in the quiet, until the groan of the great oak door shattered the peace. Two figures emerged from the gloom. Prince Lee Minho, his hair a spill of midnight against skin pale as marble, led the way; beside him, Hwang Hyunjin moved with a subtle grace, his wings casting faint, shifting shadows against the stone. Minho's gaze found yours, and in its depths, you caught the flash—a spark of crimson, the unmistakable glint of a predator's hunger. The tips of his fangs rested against his lower lip. He stopped at the edge of your table, his head tilting in cool assessment. "What are you doing here, wizard?" The question…