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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A few days had passed since the night in Wooyoung's room—the night when I had to impose a distance between us for his own safety. Each day that followed was a torment of its own, a battle between my desires and my duties. The urge to be near him grew stronger with every moment we were apart, yet I forced myself to stay away, haunted by the potential dangers my very nature posed to him.
I could sense him throughout the mansion, his presence like a beacon that drew me in, yet I steadfastly avoided direct encounters. It wasn't just the fear of what I might do; it was also the vivid memory of his heartbeat, strong and inviting, and the sweet, lingering taste of his blood that still haunted my senses. These memories fueled a longing I struggled to suppress.
Each day, I found myself listening for the sound of his voice echoing down the halls, a sound that made my heart race in a way it hadn't for centuries. It was maddening to feel so out of control, to be so affected by a human. Yet, Wooyoung was no ordinary human; his courage, his resilience, and his unwavering trust in me had broken through barriers I had long since erected around my heart.
In the solitude of my office, I tried to distract myself with the mundane tasks required to maintain order in our community. The paperwork, the planning, the endless decisions—all were usually tasks that I handled with ease, but now they felt like insurmountable challenges. My thoughts were constantly interrupted by fleeting images of Wooyoung—his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes lit up with curiosity and challenge.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. The sound of his heartbeat, which I could hear from across the mansion, was a constant reminder of what I was trying to protect him from. My own nature, the inherent darkness that I harbored within, was a danger to him, something I could never forgive myself for unleashing.
Yet, despite all these reasons to stay away, my body betrayed me. Each night, as I lay in the darkness of my room, the silence seemed to echo with the memory of his touch. The feel of his hand on my cheek, the softness of his lips against mine, the way he looked at me with both affection and desire—it was overwhelming. I had never felt so drawn to another being, so utterly captivated by the essence of someone.
The agitation that filled me was unlike anything I had experienced. It was a tumultuous blend of longing, fear, and frustration—emotions I had long since learned to control, now bubbling to the surface with an intensity that left me reeling. I was a creature of the night, a being accustomed to control and power, yet here I was, undone by the simple proximity of a human.
Yeosang entered my office just as I reached for the door handle, ready to confront my unresolved feelings with Wooyoung. His timing, as if cued by my most private thoughts, halted me. He closed the door behind him quietly and took a seat, his gaze sharp, knowing.
