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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𓊈𒆜𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕾𝖆𝖓𒆜𓊉
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I remained vigilant, seated in the quiet stillness of the room as Wooyoung drifted into sleep. The soft rhythm of his breathing filled the space, a soothing counterpoint to the storm of thoughts raging silently within me. In the dim light, his features relaxed into a peacefulness that was seldom seen during his waking hours—a stark contrast to the intensity that usually marked his expressions.
As I watched him, his face partially illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, I couldn't help but study the subtle contours of his profile. There was something undeniably familiar in the gentle rise of his cheekbones, in the soft curve of his lips. The resemblance to him—to the man who had once been my heart's echo centuries ago—was uncanny and unsettling.
I leaned forward slightly, my eyes tracing the familiar yet foreign lines of Wooyoung's face. It was a face that seemed to straddle the line between the past and present, weaving a connection I had long thought severed by time and tragedy. The similarities weren't just physical; it was the vibrancy of his spirit, the fierce loyalty that mirrored his so closely.
Each soft sigh that escaped Wooyoung as he slept tugged at something deep within me, a part I had barricaded behind walls of duty and necessity. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, was a melody that resonated with an ache of something lost, something mourned and never fully forgotten.
I found my gaze lingering, drawn to the pulse visible at his neck where I had fed just hours earlier. The act, though born of necessity, had bridged a chasm between us, drawing us inexorably closer in ways I was still grappling to understand. The trust he placed in me, the vulnerability he showed—both were gifts that were as precious as they were dangerous.
Silently, I pondered the twisted fates that brought us here. Was it mere coincidence that of all the souls to wander into my guarded existence, it would be one that bore such a resemblance to a love lost to the ages? Or was it something more, something orchestrated by the unseen hands of fate, a chance to mend a fracture in my long, storied life?
As the night deepened and the only sounds were those of Wooyoung's gentle breathing and the distant calls of the night creatures outside, I felt a resolve settling over me. Whatever the reason for his appearance in my life, it was clear that Wooyoung was here to stay—not just as a transient figure passing through but as someone who had quickly become integral to my existence now.
Yet with every heartbeat I heard, every breath he took, I was reminded of the fragility of human life. The years I had spanned were filled with many such heartbeats, each one unique, each one irreplaceable. Wooyoung's life was a flicker in the span of my eternal night, a poignant reminder of the cycles of loss and renewal that marked my existence.
