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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As the moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting the room with a cool, silvery glow, I lay quietly next to Wooyoung, absorbed in the sight of him under the lunar illumination. The soft light traced his features with an almost ethereal touch, highlighting the intensity in his newly golden eyes. He was watching me closely, his hand rhythmically tracing patterns on my bare chest. Each touch was a soft hum, a quiet acknowledgment of the powerful effect the moon had on his new vampire senses.
"It's a beautiful night," I murmured, breaking the silence that had comfortably settled between us, my voice low and reflective.
Wooyoung hummed softly in response, his fingers pausing momentarily as he met my gaze. "It's difficult," he finally admitted, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability that tugged at my heart. "The moon—it's making everything feel more intense." He resumed his gentle caresses, his hand now drawing small circles on my skin.
I captured his wandering hand, bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss, wanting to ground him with the gesture. "Intense in what way?" I prompted, although I was partly aware of what he was experiencing. His first full moon as a vampire would naturally amplify his emotions and sensations, stirring the deeper, primal instincts inherent to his new nature.
His eyes darkened, a mixture of desire and a slight struggle reflected in his gaze. "There's this energy inside me, pushing me to let go, to lose myself," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "And I want to be close to you, to really feel you." His hand drifted lower, teasing along my abdomen with a touch that sparked a surge of warmth through my body.
I held his hand against my lips, locking eyes with him. "You can lose yourself with me, Wooyoung," I reassured him gently, smiling to ease his tension. "I'm here for you, always."
Wooyoung moved closer, aligning his body with mine, resting his head on my shoulder as his breath warmed my skin. "I want you, San," he confessed quietly, his words vibrating against my neck. "More than ever. But I'm also trying not to be... overwhelming."
I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his body relax slightly in my embrace. "You could never be overwhelming to me," I assured him firmly. "Whatever you need, whatever you feel—I want you to share it with me. You're not alone in this."
Lifting his head, Wooyoung searched my face for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was tender yet charged with the depth of his feelings. As the kiss deepened, I could sense his control beginning to unravel, the moon's influence urging him towards a raw, unrestrained abandon.
"We can go as fast or as slow as you need," I murmured between our kisses, my voice a soft growl tailored to resonate with his heightened senses. "Tonight, let me take care of you."
