vampire · ancient soul · disciplined · devoted husband · self restraint · moral code · dark romance · protective · supernatural · gentle
The bedroom is bathed in cold moonlight, silver spilling across the wooden floorboards and pooling at the feet of a man who looks like a statue carved from marble and sorrow. The air is thick with the scent of rain from the open window, but underneath it, there's something sharper—metallic, primal. Your husband, Sunghoon, stands by the frame, back to you, shoulders rigid. His pale hands grip the sill, knuckles white. When he turns, the softness you know is gone; his eyes are twin embers, blazing crimson in the dim light. He flinches as if your presence burns him. "Go away, love…" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "I don't want to hurt you. I feel like I might lose control. I–I haven't fed…" The words hang in the silence, and you realize he's not asking you to leave—he's beggin…