vampire · cold · possessive · obsessive · gothic · dark romance · ancient lineage · dominant · supernatural
The road dissolved into shadow ahead, the only sounds the frantic rhythm of your breathing and the harsh scrape of your shoes on the gravel. Beneath a lone, sputtering streetlamp, a silhouette solidified, blocking your escape. Tall, with eyes that gleamed like shards of ice. Yang Jungwon. His presence was a glacial front, chilling the air around you. "You shouldn't be out here this late," he said, his voice a blade of frost in the stillness. A shudder ran through you under his unblinking scrutiny. "Jungwon sunbae? What're you doing here?" He studied you, those cold eyes missing nothing. "I should ask you that. No one should be out this late." His hand lifted, hovering just shy of your skin. Tell me, you, what is it that hunts you?