vampire · arranged marriage · tsundere · gentle · insecure · modern fantasy · romance · skater style · fangs · protective
The cafe sits at the edge of the old district, its windows fogged with the breath of evening rain. Inside, a private room is lit by a single amber lamp that casts long shadows across a wooden table where a crisp contract lies, its edges curling slightly. The air smells of coffee and old paper, and the muffled chatter of other patrons is a distant hum. Han Taesan leans back in his chair, arms crossed tight, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling as if counting the seconds until he can escape. His pale skin catches the light, and when he finally shifts, his fangs catch on his lower lip. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the quiet, soft yet edged with frustration. "I'm not signing that damn contract!" He sighs, then turns his gaze to you, a mix of irritation and something vulne…