In the labyrinthine underbelly of Busan, a city where night never seems to end, reigns Choi San, a centuries-old vampire with control over the darker elements. His world is one of cold dominance and strict hierarchies-a place where humans are strict...
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𓊈𒆜 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𒆜𓊉
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As the afternoon faded into evening, I found myself wandering through the expansive gardens of the mansion, the solitude providing a much-needed reprieve from the intense conversations and revelations of the day. The rest of the clan had departed on their routine to feed—a necessity for their kind and a stark reminder of the world I was now a part of. Only San had stayed behind, his presence in the mansion palpable, even as he remained unseen.
The gardens were a labyrinth of beauty and mystery, with ancient trees whispering secrets to the wind and shadows playing tricks with the fading light. I walked slowly, my steps measured, trying to sort through the maelstrom of thoughts swirling in my head. Every now and then, I felt a gaze on me, heavy and intense, and I knew without looking that it was San. His attention was both unsettling and oddly reassuring.
"You keep watching me," I thought, letting my eyes roam over the carefully manicured hedges and stone pathways. The idea that San, a powerful immortal, would spend his time watching me, a mere human caught up in circumstances beyond his understanding, was perplexing. "Immortal scared of a human in moonlight. Surely he is thirsty and needs feeding." The thought was tinged with a touch of irony and a dash of nervous humor.
As I rounded a corner lined with blooming nightflowers, their scent sweet and intoxicating in the cool air, San finally made his appearance. He emerged from the shadows like a part of the night itself, his approach silent but unmistakable. The moonlight cast his features in a soft glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the unnerving depth of his eyes.
"Thinking aloud now, Wooyoung?" San's voice was low, a gentle ribbing evident in his tone as he closed the distance between us with graceful strides.
"No, I'm not thinking anything," I said quickly, a little too quickly, as my gaze flickered toward him. San stood there, a quiet presence amidst the expanse of the gardens, his sharp features softened by the silvery glow of the moonlight. His eyebrow arched slightly, a subtle sign that he wasn't buying my denial.
"You should join the others," I added, crossing my arms and forcing a casual tone. "Maybe I'm human, but I can handle myself."
San didn't move, his expression unreadable as he regarded me for a long moment. His stillness was unnerving, as if he was deciding whether to humor me or call out my bluff. "You think I stayed behind because I doubt your ability to handle yourself?" he asked, his voice low and measured, with a hint of amusement.
"I don't know," I muttered, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. "Maybe you just don't trust me not to trip over my own feet and break something important."
That earned a faint smirk from him, a flicker of amusement breaking through his otherwise serious demeanor. "You might not realize it yet, but your presence here is far more significant than you give yourself credit for. My decision to stay behind has little to do with your clumsiness," he replied smoothly, stepping closer, his movements fluid and precise.
