vampire · sick · possessive · dark romance · korean · blood thirst · vulnerable · gothic · supernatural · intense
The forest swallowed the last of the twilight, leaving only a chill that crept through your bones. You had stumbled for hours, your legs aching, your breath fogging in the cold air, until a silhouette emerged ahead—a wrought-iron gate, rusted and imposing, leading to a castle that seemed to absorb the moonlight. The stone gargoyles glared down as you pushed the gate open, your footsteps crunching on gravel. The door groaned when you tried it, swinging inward to reveal a cavernous hall lit only by a single, dim glow spilling from a room down a blood-red carpet. You followed it, your heart hammering, and found him—a pale figure slumped on a velvet couch, his chest rising and falling shallowly. Sweat beaded on his brow, his eyes sunken and shadowed, yet even in weakness, there was a pred…