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 we stepped inside the mansion, the air shifted, cooler and heavier, the weight of the old stone walls pressing down in an almost comforting way. The dim lighting cast shadows that danced across the grand staircase, and the faint scent of aged wood and something darker—earthier—filled my lungs. I brushed off the lingering chill from the garden as my gaze was immediately drawn to the figure descending the stairs.
San.
Dressed in all black, his presence seemed to fill the space effortlessly, commanding it in a way that made my breath hitch. His tailored coat fell perfectly over his broad shoulders, the subtle sheen of the fabric catching the light as he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves with precise, almost ritualistic movements. His jaw was set, sharp and unyielding, a silent testament to his focus. There was something deliberate about the way his hands moved, the quiet power radiating from him as if every detail of his appearance had been calculated—polished armor for whatever awaited him.
It wasn't just his clothing that caught my attention, though. It was the way he moved, graceful yet purposeful, like a predator stalking through the dark. His eyes flicked downward briefly as he adjusted his collar, the faintest frown crossing his face as if the action didn't quite satisfy him. I couldn't help but wonder where he was going, why he looked like this—ready to step into the night as though it were a battlefield.
My thoughts drifted back to what Yeosang had said, his warning still fresh in my mind. Does he really believe love is pointless? That nothing lasts?
I glanced behind me instinctively, half expecting Yeosang to still be there, his sharp words lingering in the air. But he was gone, having disappeared as silently as he always did. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic exit and turned my attention back to San.
His gaze caught mine just as I took my first step toward the stairs, my hesitation dissolving under the weight of his piercing eyes. There was something in his look—calm yet searching, as though he'd already pieced together my inner thoughts without me saying a word.
I swallowed hard and continued moving, my footsteps soft against the polished floor as I approached the base of the staircase. San slowed as he descended, his movements measured, his gaze still locked on me.
"Going somewhere?" I asked, my voice steady despite the way my heart thudded in my chest.
He stopped on the last step, towering just slightly above me, his expression unreadable but no less captivating. "Perhaps," he said smoothly, his voice low and deliberate. "You're curious about where, aren't you?"
I raised an eyebrow, trying to match his composure. "You look like you're going to hunt. Thought that wasn't your thing anymore," I said, motioning toward his impeccably sharp attire.
