JNTheWriter
******PICTURE/EDIT CREDIT: YOONGIGHT *******
The city runs on contracts, not morals. Behind corporate fronts and legal shells, a supernatural mafia governs what humans are never meant to see. Vampires, incubi, and hybrids don't erase witnesses-they absorb them. Anyone who reaches the top floor is exposed, their civilian identity deleted and rewritten as an internal asset.
Once you deliver, you stay. Park Jimin is human. That should make him disposable. Instead, it makes him dangerous. Min Yoongi is a vampire without a soulmate-an impossibility no one questions out loud. His control is legendary, his detachment absolute. Whatever bond was meant for him never appeared, and the organization learned to live with the anomaly. Until a courier walks into the building smelling unmistakably human. The bond does not announce itself. There are no visions, no pull Jimin can name. Only an irrational sense of safety when standing too close to the wrong vampire. Yoongi doesn't recognize it at all. He calls it duty. Irritation. Responsibility. The bond waits. In this world, soulmates are not romance-they are leverage. And neither of them realizes yet that something ancient has already decided they belong to each other.