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Chapter 1

Parings:park sunghoon x black oc /reader

theme:vampire

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     Chapter 1

          The broken bloodline

Mentions of blood , mature themes, and gaslighting of a female character  ( please read at your own risk!)

In the secluded town of Castlevania, rumors have been circulating about strange occurrences. Women were found dead with their blood drained from their bodies; men were discovered with their heads severed. Whoever is responsible for these gruesome massacres does not seem to be human.

Many years later, the mystery of this horrific massacre remained unsolved until one day a detective named Xiu Lang, from Shanghai, was assigned to investigate these unresolved cases originating from 1630.

Maria, Xiu Lang's supervisor, stopped him as he was preparing for his extended stay in Castlevania.

"Xiu, I don't think this is a good idea," Maria said, her voice filled with concern. "Your wife has been going crazy with worry. She called me last night, and she was a wreck. She said that you haven't been home in days, and she doesn't know where you are or what you're doing. She's scared, Xiu. And I'm scared for her."

Xiu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know," he said. "I know she's worried. But I have to do this. It's important."

"But what if something happens to you?" Maria asked. "What if you don't come back?"

"I'll be fine," Xiu said. "I promise."

Maria shook her head. "I don't know, Xiu. This doesn't feel right."

"I have to do this," Xiu said again. "It's the only way."

Maria sighed. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do," Xiu said. "Trust me."

Maria nodded, but she didn't look convinced. "Okay," she said. "But be careful."

"I will," Xiu said. He gave her a quick hug, then turned and walked away.

Maria watched him go, her heart heavy. She didn't like this one bit.

Xiu Lang grabbed his satchel and belongings before taking a sigh and turning to Maria. "Tell her that I'll be home for dinner soon. This investigation shouldn't take too long." 

He stepped out the door and felt Maria grab his shoulder, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please be careful. Don't die on me. Promise?" Maria asked, wiping away her teary eyes.

Xui Lang patted her on the back. "I promise." 

As Xui Lang walked away in the distance he could sense Maria's gaze still on him, so he turned and threw her a good luck charm: a brown journal with an ink pen tucked inside it. 

"Make sure the ink never runs out," Xui Lang said as he gave her a light smile and waved goodbye.

She returned the favor, waving back at him before they parted ways.

-Xiu Lang’s wife Raina’s perspective-

The room was engulfed in an intoxicating symphony of Rania's soft moans and the rhythmic creaking of their bed, a melodic backdrop to the passionate dance they shared. Her fingertips dug into Sunghoon's broad shoulders, leaving faint imprints of desire on his heated skin. Every touch, every graze, sent waves of electric ecstasy coursing through their intertwined bodies.

Breathless and flushed with desire, Rania whispered Sunghoon's name, her voice laden with longing and anticipation. Her words hung in the air like a sweet melody, enticing him further into the depths of their shared passion. Sunghoon, feeling his own desires surge within him, arched his back in response, the sinewy muscles of his well-defined physique rippling under a sheen of perspiration. Stray strands of hair clung to his damp forehead, framing his intense gaze as he focused on their intimate connection.

"Patience, my love," Sunghoon exhaled, his voice a mere whisper, laced with a combination of urgency and restraint. He fought to control the mounting desire that threatened to consume them both, striving to prolong the symphony of pleasure they were orchestrating.

Rania, her senses heightened by the swirling tempest of sensations, stifled a whimper of longing, her body responding to the crescendo of pleasure building within her. With a trembling voice, she managed to express her willingness to wait, to hold back the release that threatened to spill forth.

A tender smile tugged at the corners of Sunghoon's lips as he witnessed Rania's self-restraint, the depth of their connection evident in the shared understanding between them. The dance of desire continued, their bodies moving in synchrony, attuned to the symphony of their own passion.

In the hushed intimacy of their exchange, time seemed to stand still, the world outside their chamber fading into insignificance. They existed solely in this moment, immersed in a universe of shared pleasure, where their bodies whispered secrets to one another, entwined in a tapestry of raw, unadulterated desire.

As the waves of pleasure continued to crash against their bodies, each moment brought them closer to the precipice of release. But they held on, locked in a mutual agreement to prolong the exquisite tension, savoring the anticipation that danced between them like an ethereal flame.

In that shared space of restraint and desire, Rania and Sunghoon revealed in the symphony of their passion, their hearts and bodies entangled in an enchanting rhythm. They knew that when the time was right, when their connection reached its apex, the culmination would be an explosion of shared ecstasy, a crescendo that would shatter their senses and leave them forever entwined in the memory of this timeless union.

As Sunghoon's skilled touch found Rania's most sensitive spot, a surge of electrifying pleasure surged through her body. Overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation, she couldn't contain her reaction, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and longing. Her voice, muffled against Sunghoon's neck, was a raw expression of her deepest desires.

Rania's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sunghoon's back, seeking an anchor amidst the tempest of pleasure that consumed her. The sensation of her nails scraping against his skin only heightened Sunghoon's own desire, fueling the fire that burned within him. The passion between them grew more fervent, igniting an insatiable hunger that demanded to be satiated.

"I understand, my love," Sunghoon responded, his voice laced with a mix of empathy and longing. He could sense the overwhelming need within Rania, the yearning to release the mounting tension that coiled tightly within her. As their bodies moved in harmony, their connection deepened, bringing them closer to the precipice of surrender.

With every breath and movement, the anticipation in Sunghoon's chest rose, mirroring Rania's urgency. He reveled in the knowledge that he held the power to grant her the release she sought. Their connection was an intimate dance, synchronized and attuned to each other's desires, as if they were two halves of a whole.

And then, as the waves of pleasure surged, crashing against their bodies, Rania's voice reached a crescendo, her cry echoing in the intimate space they shared. The intensity of her release, her body quivering with ecstasy, left her no choice but to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Sunghoon, basking in the satisfaction of his efforts, embraced Rania's release as a testament to their profound connection. Her pleasure washed over him like a cascading wave, drenching him in the remnants of her satisfaction. It was a sacred exchange, an intimate offering that solidified their bond, transcending mere physicality.

Breathing heavily, bodies entwined, they revealed in the aftermath of their passionate union. Time seemed suspended as they held each other, the sweet ache of their desires satiated, the echoes of their pleasure lingering in the air. Their connection remained unbroken, a profound bond forged in the crucible of shared pleasure.

In that fleeting moment of stillness, they knew that their love, their hunger, and their willingness to explore the depths of their desires would continue to guide them on a journey of blissful intimacy. And with a renewed sense of fulfillment, they found solace in the knowledge that they were bound together by a connection that surpassed mere physicality—a connection that would endure, grow, and thrive in the dark and passionate depths of their shared existence.

As Rania's body lay delicately draped across Sunghoon's, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. In the soft, muted glow of the bedroom, her fair skin seemed to radiate an ethereal beauty, drawing him in with its allure. Her slender fingers traced a path over his abdomen, exploring the contours of his body, but Sunghoon halted her gentle progression, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

With a solemn expression, he gently pushed Rania off his body, reaching for his clothes to cover himself. The atmosphere shifted, a sense of unease settling between them like a heavy fog. Sunghoon's request for a pipe to smoke hinted at a desire to distance himself, to find solace in the tendrils of smoke that curled upward, momentarily veiling his true emotions.

Sitting together on the edge of the bed, their bodies now cloaked in fabric, they shared the pipe, passing it between them. The fragrant tendrils of smoke intertwined with the air, casting a hazy ambiance around them. Yet, beneath the seemingly tranquil act, an undercurrent of tension brewed.

Sensing the disconnect, Rania mustered the courage to question Sunghoon, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Why do you always stop me during our moments of intimacy? Why is it that you never experience release?"

A heavy silence lingered in the air, pregnant with unspoken emotions. Sunghoon's gaze shifted, his eyes cast downward, evading direct contact. In the vulnerability of the moment, he knew he couldn't evade Rania's inquiry, nor could he deny her the truth any longer.

His voice tinged with a hint of remorse, broke the silence. "Rania, my love, it is not that I do not desire pleasure or yearn for release. It is a consequence of my nature, of what I have become."

He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "As a vampire, the euphoric climax that humans experience eludes me. The very essence that once allowed me to revel in such pleasures has been lost in the darkness that now engulfs me. My immortality, while affording me many gifts, has stripped away the ability to find that release, that culmination of desire."

Rania listened, her heart heavy with newfound understanding. The weight of his revelation settled upon her, weaving a tapestry of empathy and compassion. At that moment, she realized the depth of his struggle, and the sacrifices he made to exist in their shared reality.

A mixture of sadness and acceptance washed over Rania. She reached out, gently clasping Sunghoon's hand in hers, offering a silent reassurance of her unwavering support. "Sunghoon, my love, I may not fully comprehend the intricacies of your existence, but please know that my love for you extends beyond physical pleasures. Our connection transcends the confines of the physical realm. Together, we can find solace and fulfillment in the bonds we forge, even if the traditional notions of climax elude us."

Sunghoon met her gaze, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. He squeezed her hand, acknowledging the depth of her understanding and the strength of their bond. In that shared moment, they resolved to navigate the intricacies of their intimate connection, finding solace in the uncharted territories of their love—a love that surpassed the boundaries of pleasure and redefined the very essence of their union.

Sunghoon rose from the bed, his demeanor icy and detached, as he swiftly wiped away any lingering remnants of their intimate encounter from his lips. The room was engulfed in heavy silence, disrupted only by Rania's sharp breaths. Her hurt and anger echoed through the air as she retorted, hurling a vase against the wall in a fit of frustration.

The sound of shattering glass reverberated, punctuating the tense atmosphere. Sunghoon turned to face Rania, his eyes narrowing as he confronted her defiance head-on. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next exchange between them.

Rania's voice trembled with a mix of desperation and determination as she challenged him, using the threat of revealing their illicit affair to her husband as a weapon. The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of their consequences. Sunghoon's expression hardened further, his lips forming a thin line as he considered her ultimatum.

Slowly, deliberately, Sunghoon advanced towards Rania, his fingers extending like talons, poised to caress her face. The touch of his sharp nails against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, a visceral reminder of the danger he posed. His voice, dripping with a chilling determination, cut through the silence.

"Think carefully, Rania," he hissed, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge. "If you choose to betray me, if you dare expose our secret, know that there will be dire consequences. I will not hesitate to eliminate any threat to our secret, to our existence."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, an unspoken warning of the darkness that resided within him. As swiftly as his touch had come, he released her, his eyes holding a dangerous glint before he turned away, his steps resolute as he made his way out of the room.

From beyond the closed door, a voice, laced with a mix of sadness and resolve, called out, marking the finality of their encounter. "Let this be the last time we see each other," Sunghoon's voice carried a hint of finality. "I want to sever all ties between us."

The words reverberated through Rania's mind, a painful reminder of the depth of their connection and the irrevocable rift that had formed between them. As Sunghoon departed from her apartment, his presence fading into the night, Rania was left to grapple with the shattered remnants of their once passionate and forbidden affair.

        -End of Rania’s Pov-

In the depths of the night, a figure emerged, shrouded in an eerie pallor that seemed to drain the color from her very being. Sunghoon, determined and armed with a flickering torch, ventured into the outskirts of Castlevania, his heart pounding in anticipation of his next blood-soaked conquest. With each step, he cautiously closed the distance between himself and the mysterious young woman, her pale complexion contrasting starkly against her flowing chestnut locks. As he approached, his senses heightened, the faint sound of his own footsteps echoing in the silent air, and he made a conscious effort to avoid startling his unsuspecting target.

The moon's ethereal glow bathed the scene, casting elongated shadows that danced across the cobblestone path. Sunghoon's torch emitted a flickering light, its fiery glow highlighting the woman's features. Her alabaster skin seemed to possess an otherworldly quality, devoid of warmth and life, evoking an unsettling fascination within him. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, captivated by her haunting allure.

With careful precision, Sunghoon closed the remaining distance, his footsteps deliberately muffled as he moved closer. His heart raced, fueled by a mix of trepidation and a primal thirst that gnawed at his insides. The tension in the air was palpable as he fought to maintain his composure, his mind consumed by the sinister desire that drove him forward.

As he neared the young woman, his eyes drank in every delicate detail, from the graceful curve of her jawline to the soft tendrils of hair framing her porcelain face. It was a delicate dance of stealth and fascination, the hunter cautiously encroaching upon his unwitting prey. Sunghoon's grip tightened on the torch, his knuckles turning white, as he fought to suppress the primitive instincts that surged within him.

The encounter teetered on a precipice of anticipation, the veil of night lending an air of mystery to their clandestine meeting. Sunghoon's heart quickened, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he prepared to confront his new victim, a vessel for his insatiable hunger.

"Pray to tell, Mrs. Giselle, how fares your existence?" Sung-hoon inquired politely, his body bending in a reverent bow as a sign of respect. He delicately pressed his lips against the back of her hand, his gaze fixated upon her with an unsettling intensity that revealed his sinister intentions, contemplating the permanent termination of her life, a decision that occupied his mind with fervor.

Giselle, taken aback by Sung-hoon's familiarity, regarded him with a mix of suspicion and alarm. Slowly retreating from his presence, a pocket knife materialized in her trembling hand, serving as a feeble defense mechanism against the impending threat that lurked in the shadows.

"How is it, sir, that you possess knowledge of my identity?" Giselle questioned with a hint of caution, her eyes locked upon Sung-hoon as if attempting to unravel the enigma veiled beneath his facade. The glint of the blade mirrored her apprehension, a tangible reminder of her readiness to protect herself from any harm that might befall her.

Sunghoon's response carried a disdainful undertone, mingled with a perverse amusement. "Oh, what a foolish choice, a mere pocket knife," he retorted, his voice dripping with derision. "Wouldn't a torch have been more fitting?" With those words, a sinister transformation overcame him, baring his elongated fangs in a chilling display. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunged toward Giselle, driven by an insatiable hunger that consumed his very being. In a swift and merciless assault, he unleashed his primal savagery, draining the life from her in a macabre feast that left her utterly desiccated.

As Sunghoon's insidious grip tightened around Giselle's fragile form, he keenly sensed the gradual deceleration of her heartbeats until they eventually ceased altogether. A cruel satisfaction flickered in his eyes as he beheld the woman's desperate pleas for salvation, her voice echoing with a haunting plea that fell on indifferent ears.

"Should I encounter another flavorless being like you, I shall beseech the gods themselves to bestow upon me a worthy companion, even if it means marrying beyond mortal bounds," Sunghoon remarked, his tone laced with a twisted blend of frustration and determination. Rising to his feet, he callously discarded Giselle's lifeless body into a nondescript bag, sealing her fate within its confines.

With calculated nonchalance, Sunghoon embarked on a grim mission, venturing to a nearby river to rid himself of the evidence. The weight of the bag seemed inconsequential as he cast it into the depths, its descent marked by the disturbing absence of remorse. Submerged in the unforgiving currents, Giselle's remains were carried away, her existence forever erased from the world above.

Sunghoon's body sank down into a crouched position, his head resting wearily in the palm of his hand. His gaze fixated upon the lifeless form of the woman he had recently savored, Giselle, who now lay sprawled on the ground before him. A mixture of disbelief and confusion contorted his features, his mind grappling to comprehend the surreal taste of her blood still lingering in his mouth.

In that poignant moment, time seemed suspended, as Sunghoon wrestled with the unsettling sensations coursing through his veins. The conflicting emotions of satisfaction and a gnawing hunger intertwined within him, casting a shadow of turmoil upon his countenance. The vivid memory of their encounter, now etched into his very essence, added a disorienting layer of complexity to the tableau before him.

The weight of his actions settled upon Sunghoon, bearing down upon him with an almost palpable heaviness. Despite the macabre satisfaction derived from the consumption of Giselle's life essence, an undeniable sense of unease washed over him. The stark reality of his insatiable nature and the irreversible consequences of his predatory desires now confronted him, compelling a profound self-reflection that transcended the boundaries of his own existence.

Sunghoon's body trembled slightly as he remained locked in that haunting scene, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions and thoughts. His eyes, still filled with the residue of disbelief, lingered upon Giselle's lifeless form, the weight of his actions sinking deeper into his conscience.

The taste of her blood, an intoxicating blend of life and mortality, continued to linger on his palate, like an indelible mark of their macabre encounter. It served as a reminder of the transient pleasure that he sought to fulfill, but also carried the bitter undertones of an eternal hunger that could never be truly satiated.

As he leaned upon his hand, the heaviness of remorse and fascination wrestled within him, intertwining in an intricate dance. The gravity of his existence as a predator, forever bound to the consumption of life, bore down upon his soul, stirring a maelstrom of introspection.

In that solitary moment, the echoes of Giselle's final plea for rescue resonated in Sunghoon's consciousness. Her voice, now silenced forever, became a haunting refrain, piercing his thoughts with the weight of her lost potential and stolen future.

Amidst the profound uncertainty, a flicker of remorse and empathy arose within Sunghoon, as if a sliver of his humanity fought to break free from the shackles of his monstrous nature. The recognition of his own moral descent, his descent into darkness, spurred a profound questioning of his purpose and the the bleak reality of his existence.

With each passing second, the enormity of his actions settled upon him, carving deep crevices of introspection in his psyche. The path he had chosen, strewn with shattered lives and forsaken souls, offered no respite from the tormented questions that gnawed at his core.

In the stillness of that moment, Sunghoon remained suspended between the realms of remorse and his insatiable cravings, caught in the ever-present paradox of his existence as a predator, forever tormented by the consequences of his voracious hunger.

the eternal slumber of vampires, preserving an enigmatic mystique that echoed throughout the halls.

But perhaps the most chilling chamber lay hidden beneath the castle's surface. A labyrinthine laboratory, shrouded in darkness and cobwebs, bore witness to Sunghoon's clandestine experiments. Within its confines, the alchemical pursuits of a vampire played out, unknown to the outside world. It was a forbidden realm, where shadows danced amidst dusty bookshelves and eerie glass vials. And in the depths of that laboratory, veiled from prying eyes, a chilling secret lay dormant—a preserved human body, a macabre testament to Sunghoon's insatiable desires.

Even Sunghoon's loyal butler, Pedro, was forbidden from venturing into that forbidden domain. The knowledge of what lurked in the depths remained Sunghoon's alone, locked away from prying eyes. Pedro, a steadfast servant bound by loyalty and fear, carried out his duties with an air of both reverence and trepidation, never daring to question the boundaries set by his enigmatic master.

As Sunghoon settled into the eerie familiarity of his home, he embraced the darkness that permeated every corner, a reflection of his own existence. The castle stood as a sanctuary, a haven for his nocturnal pursuits and the embodiment of his immortal existence. Within those walls, the echoes of forgotten nights and whispered secrets painted a portrait of a vampire, caught between the realms of elegance and darkness, longing for companionship but forever steeped in the solitary existence of his immortal being.

"Pedro, where is Father's portrait? It was here this morning," Sunghoon demanded, his voice tinged with impatience, as he discarded his coat carelessly, letting it fall to the ground. Pedro, feeling a pang of distress, swiftly picked up the coat and diligently folded it, placing it with precision on his master's pristine bed sheets.

"Sir, we had an unexpected visitor this morning," Pedro replied, his tone a mix of concern and trepidation. Sunghoon, now dressed in a luxurious French-made robe, settled into his black sofa chair, fixing his gaze upon Pedro with raised eyebrows. "Well, was it a man or a woman? Provide me with more details," he insisted, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes demanding a thorough account.

Pedro, visibly flustered, began to stammer, his words faltering in his attempt to convey the information. Sunghoon, growing increasingly impatient, sighed audibly, frustration seeping into his voice. "Just spit it out already, Pedro," he exhorted, his eyes narrowing in anticipation of a swift response.

Finally, Pedro reached into his pocket and produced a postcard, which he handed to Sunghoon. The postcard bore the distinct markings of a blacksmith's shop. Sunghoon's curiosity was piqued as he and accepted the card, his gaze scanning the words inscribed upon it. The message remained shrouded in mystery, leaving him to wonder about the purpose and significance of this unexpected correspondence.

As Sunghoon pondered the implications of the postcard, a surge of curiosity mingled with apprehension coursed through his veins. The blacksmith's name, a mere inked signature, held the promise of a potential connection, a thread to unravel in his quest for answers. A hint of excitement danced in his eyes, contrasting with the darkness that perpetually clung to his existence.

In that moment, the portrait of Sunghoon's father remained momentarily forgotten, overshadowed by the enigma presented by the blacksmith's postcard. It was a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into a world where mortal and supernatural entwined, where secrets lurked in every corner, waiting to be uncovered.

Sunghoon, the master of the castle and its secrets, leaned back in his chair, a calculated smile playing upon his lips. The allure of the unknown beckoned, and he was ready to embark on yet another journey, a dance of shadows and revelations that would shape the course of his immortal existence.

Sunghoon's grip tightened around his cloak as he hastily pulled it around his body, his eyes gleaming with a sense of urgency. "Don't wait up for me, Pedro. I shall return by sunrise tomorrow," he declared, his voice carrying an air of determination. With swift movements, he made his way to the front gate, ready to mount his black horse and ride off into the night.

However, before he could make his leave into the grazing field, Pedro, panting and breathless from his hurried pursuit, managed to catch up to Sunghoon. Gasping for air, he stretched out his hand, halting Sunghoon's departure. "Wait, before you go, you will need this," Pedro managed to utter between labored breaths.

Curiosity sparked in Sunghoon's eyes as he observed the ring that Pedro presented to him. The deep red ruby embedded within it seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy, resembling a drop of blood frozen in time. Sunghoon's gaze flickered from the ring to Pedro, questioning the purpose behind this unexpected gift.

"What is this for?" Sunghoon inquired, his voice laced with intrigue and skepticism. Pedro's hand gently patted Sunghoon's back, a gesture that caused a flicker of irritation to cross his face. With an arched eyebrow, he turned to face Pedro, awaiting an explanation.

"Sire, it is time for you to embrace the next chapter of your existence—to procreate and find a wife," Pedro stated, his voice filled with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation.

Sunghoon's gaze lingered on Pedro, a complex array of emotions passing through his eyes. The notion of finding a mate and continuing his bloodline stirred conflicting feelings within him. While he had become accustomed to the solitary existence of a vampire, the idea of companionship and creating offspring ignited a glimmer of longing within his immortal heart.

As Sunghoon contemplated the weight of Pedro's words, a myriad of possibilities danced before his mind's eye. The prospect of love, devotion, and the legacy he could leave behind seemed both alluring and daunting. At that moment, he realized the significance of the ring, symbolizing a turning point in his endless existence—a chance to embrace the complex tapestry of life, even in the shadowy realm of the undead.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Sunghoon accepted the ring, sliding it onto his finger. It seemed to merge with his essence, an emblem of the future he was poised to shape. As he mounted his horse and prepared to ride into the night, the weight of Pedro's words resonated within him, leaving him with a profound sense of purpose and a newfound determination to explore the uncharted territories of love and family, even amidst the darkness that encompassed his immortal being.

Sunghoon rode Iris, his majestic black horse, with a swift and graceful gait through the picturesque valley towards Grazefield. The wind whispered through his black cloak, billowing it behind him like an ominous flag. As he made his way, a palpable aura of darkness seemed to precede him, causing the villagers to retreat into their homes, shielding themselves and their loved ones from his enigmatic presence.

Eyes followed him from behind curtained windows, children were swiftly whisked away by their anxious parents, and even the normally fearless dogs and cats cowered, sensing the supernatural essence that surrounded Sunghoon. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to him, a reminder of the isolation he had grown accustomed to in the mortal world.

As Sunghoon dismounted Iris with a gentle pat on her sleek flank, his piercing gaze scanned the village. He observed the townsfolk, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, as they stole glances in his direction. The unspoken tension between them was palpable, a result of the folklore and legends that had woven themselves into the fabric of their lives.

Determined to accomplish his purpose, Sunghoon approached a villager with a polite and measured tone, his voice betraying a hint of the shadows that lay within him. "Excuse me, kind sir," he addressed the villager, his voice carrying a subtle allure. "Could you perhaps guide me to the dwelling of the esteemed blacksmith? I seek his expertise on a matter of great importance."

The villager, a middle-aged man with weathered features, hesitated for a moment, his eyes shifting nervously. The rumors and whispers surrounding Sunghoon's presence in the village lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of caution and curiosity. However, compelled by Sunghoon's commanding presence, the villager reluctantly offered directions, pointing towards a modest cottage nestled at the outskirts of the village.

"His dwelling lies just beyond the outskirts of Grazefield, on the path to the old mill," the villager responded, his voice tinged with a hint of trepidation. "But I advise you, stranger', exercise caution in your dealings with the blacksmith. He's a man of strong will and an affinity for the arcane."

Sunghoon inclined his head in acknowledgment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Your warning is duly noted, good sir. I shall approach the blacksmith with the utmost respect and tread carefully in the realm of his craft."

With a gesture of gratitude, Sunghoon bid the villager farewell and set off on the path leading to the abode of the enigmatic blacksmith. Each step he took echoed with a quiet determination, the weight of his purpose guiding him forward. As the twilight sky deepened, casting an eerie glow over the village, Sunghoon pressed on, prepared to face the mysteries that awaited him in the realm of the blacksmith's forge.

As Sunghoon approached the mill house, hidden away in the depths of the forest, he lightly tapped on the weathered door. It swung open, revealing a woman standing before him, clad in a leather apron with soot-stained hands. He removed his black cloak hood, revealing his enigmatic features, and couldn't help but be surprised to find a woman in the role of the blacksmith.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Sunghoon couldn't help but inquire, "Are you the blacksmith's wife?" He chuckled, expecting a conventional response. However, his assumption was met with laughter from the woman. "I am the blacksmith, my friend. Is it because I am a woman that you assumed otherwise?" Sunghoon simply nodded, acknowledging his own preconceived notions.

The blacksmith, her laughter fading into a warm smile, invited Sunghoon inside her abode. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable while I fetch my daughter," she said, gesturing toward the worn chair. Sunghoon took a seat, his eyes scanning the workshop adorned with an assortment of tools and the mesmerizing glow of a forge.

Intrigued by the mention of her daughter, Sunghoon's curiosity grew. He wondered what role she played in the life of this unconventional blacksmith. Moments later, the woman's voice resonated through the house. "Taebetha! He's here. Hurry up!" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and excitement.

As the anticipation built, Sunghoon found himself intrigued by the arrival of the blacksmith's daughter. He pondered what significance she held in their meeting, and how she might add another layer of depth to his interaction with this unconventional family.

Minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house, and a young woman burst into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing Sunghoon, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing within them. She bore a striking resemblance to her mother, possessing the same determination and spark that radiated from the blacksmith.

With a charming smile, Sunghoon rose from his chair, extending a polite greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Taebetha," he said, his voice holding an air of intrigue. "Your mother speaks highly of your presence here. I sense there is something extraordinary about you."

Taebetha returned his smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and a hint of adventure. "Likewise, Sunghoon," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I've heard stories of your travels and the darkness that surrounds you. Perhaps together, we can unravel the mysteries that lie within and forge something extraordinary."

Sunghoon's gaze locked with Taebetha's, their shared fascination with the unknown forging a connection at that very moment. Within the walls of the mill house, a union of unique talents and unconventional paths had converged, ready to embark on a journey that would weave together their destinies and shape the course of their intertwined lives.

As Taebetha extended her hand toward Sunghoon, anticipation coursed through him. He watched intently as her lips gently brushed against the back of his hand, igniting a spark that seemed to transcend mere physical contact. The electric connection between them sent a shiver down Sunghoon's spine, stirring a newfound desire within him.

He found himself mesmerized by Taebetha's presence, taking in every detail of her enchanting allure. Her smooth brown skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, accentuating the delicate curves of her body. Sunghoon's gaze lingered on her lustrous hair, noticing the subtle down that adorned her cheeks, adding to her irresistible charm.

Shaking himself out of his momentarily dazed state, Sunghoon regained his composure. He exchanged a knowing glance with Taebetha, a silent understanding passing between them. With a courteous nod to the blacksmith, they bid her farewell, promising to return soon with tales of their journey.

Sunghoon led Taebetha towards his loyal steed, the black horse named Iris, standing tall and imposing. Graciously, he extended his hand towards her, assisting her in mounting the horse. As she settled onto the saddle, he couldn't help but notice the closeness of their bodies, igniting a subtle fire within him.

With Taebetha securely seated behind him, Sunghoon tightened his grip on the reins and guided Iris onto the path that would lead them on their shared adventure. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth echoed through the night as they embarked on a journey filled with mystery, danger, and an undeniable connection.

As they rode together, the wind carried their laughter and whispers, weaving their shared desires and aspirations into the fabric of their bond. The darkness of the night seemed to cloak them in secrecy, allowing them the freedom to explore the depths of their newfound connection.

With each passing mile, Sunghoon and Taebetha's interactions grew bolder, their hands occasionally intertwining, their whispered conversations filling the air with an undeniable tension. The palpable chemistry between them fueled a mix of emotions – desire, curiosity, and the anticipation of the unknown.

As they ventured deeper into the night, the boundaries between them blurred, and the lines of their individual paths intertwined. Together, they embarked on a journey that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and unravel the secrets that lay dormant within their souls.

Underneath the moonlit sky, with the steady gallop of Iris beneath them, Sunghoon and Taebetha embarked on a passionate odyssey that would forever change their lives. In this shared adventure, they would discover not only the depths of their desires but also the strength of their bond as they faced the darkness that awaited them, hand in hand.

Tabetha gently wrapped her hands around Sunghoon's waist, a gesture filled with affection and commitment. "Sunghoon, I want to be your wife," she expressed, her voice filled with sincerity. "But before we take that step, I have a request. Can we wait a little longer to be intimate? I'm currently on my period, my love."

Sunghoon remained silent for a moment, absorbing her words. With a tender smile, he responded, "Of course, Tabetha. There's no need to rush. Our love goes beyond physical intimacy." He carefully lifted Tabetha in his arms and carried her to her room within the magnificent castle in Romania, their newfound sanctuary.

Sunghoon led Tabetha to her room, revealing its cozy and inviting ambiance. "Here's your room, Tabetha. Rest up, as we have an exciting day planned for tomorrow," he shared warmly before preparing to leave the room. However, Tabetha couldn't help but express her confusion, saying, "But I thought newlyweds sleep together."

Sunghoon reached out and gently caressed her chin, locking eyes with her. "It's a tradition I must follow until our marriage date. After that, we can share the same sleeping quarters, alright?" he explained, giving her a playful eyebrow raise. Tabetha nodded and respectfully replied, "Yes, Sunghoon," bowing before him.

"And one more thing," Sunghoon added, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Please call me Sunghoon. I prefer that over being addressed as 'sir,' unless it's related to disciplinary matters."

Tabetha gently tugged on Sunghoon's arm, pulling him closer as she planted a sweet peck on his lips. "Could we make an exception to the tradition, just for tonight?" she pleaded, her voice filled with desire. With a longing gaze, she began unbuttoning Sunghoon's shirt, her fingers delicately tracing along his chest.

Sunghoon, feeling torn, slowly pushed her back, trying to resist the temptation. "Tabetha, I can't," he responded, his voice filled with restraint. However, her words and touch had ignited a deep longing within him. He let out a sigh, cupping her face gently, and gave her passionate kisses, his tongue intertwining with hers.

Gradually, he guided her to a small lounge chair, carefully seating her on it. His desire matching hers, he removed her underwear completely, his eyes filled with an intensity of longing. "Can I taste you, my love?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and passion.

Taebetha pulls Sunghoon closer to her, her breath quickening in anticipation. Arousal throbbing between her legs, she speaks in a low voice, "Do whatever you like, Sunghoon." His hands slide up the length of her body, raising up her dress before his tongue slides over her entrance. She gasps aloud and her body bucks beneath his touch as pleasure surges through her veins. Sunghoon grips her thighs, intensifying the sensation cresting inside her until she cries out in ecstatic release.

She trembled as Sunghoon loosened his belt, his hands gently sliding it through the buckle with practiced ease. His hands then moved to his buttons, undone one at a time. His shirt slid off and he stood there in all his glory, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. 

He looked down at her, his eyes soft and gentle as he slowly lowered his pants. He stood there, his gaze never leaving hers, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She looked into his eyes, searching for the answer to the question she dared not voice.

Sunghoon stepped closer to her, his voice low and gentle. "May I enter you?" He asked, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

A slow nod was her only reply, and Sunghoon wasted no time in pushing himself into her. She gasped at the sudden intensity of the sensation, her hands contracting into fists against the sheets. He moved slowly at first, but gradually increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers and making her cry out in pleasure. 

She felt her head spinning, her body alive with sensation as they moved together. Sunghoon's movements became more and more passionate as his breathing grew heavier. She could feel her pleasure rising higher and higher until finally, she tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering in bliss. 

Sunghoon, too, seemed to lose himself in the moment, and soon she felt him calling out her name as he came. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies still joined, before Sunghoon finally rolled off and lay beside her.

Taebetha shifted her gaze towards her beloved, Mr. Sunghoon, who would soon become her husband. At first, when her mother revealed that she was going to marry a vampire, Taebetha was filled with uncertainty. The idea of being with a man who relied on killing others for their blood was unsettling, and it sent shivers down her spine. As she sat upright on her bed, she instinctively caressed the side of her neck, where droplets of blood now trickled down.

Tabetha's vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over her like she had been drugged. Overwhelmed by the pain, she clutched her head and stumbled before collapsing lifelessly onto the floor, creating a resounding thud that echoed through the room. The sound caught Sunghoon's attention, and he swiftly rushed to her side. Taebetha's eyelids were shut tight, either due to exhaustion or fainting, and her breathing was shallow.

"Tabetha!"

 Sunghoon's voice reverberated with concern as he carefully lifted her and carried her back to the bed. Leaning his head against hers, he sought any sign of life, praying for her to still be breathing. Fortunately, her chest rose and fell, indicating that she was still alive, albeit disoriented and drained.

Sunghoon, realizing the impact of his actions, left the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy wash over him..As Pedro trailed behind him, carefully monitoring his every move, he couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into his eyes.

"What's going on, Sunghoon?" Pedro asked with a look of confusion as Sunghoon hurriedly searched through his sleeping quarters, seemingly searching for a locked box.

Sunghoon frantically rummaged through his belongings, tossing items onto the floor in his haste. He finally found what he was looking for - a syringe.

"We should hurry before any changes occur."

Pedro waits for a moment before taking the syringe from Sunghoon's hand. He then respectfully bows to his master before heading into Taebeatha's room to administer the injection. As he watched, he noticed her wince in discomfort as the syringe was administered.

"It's almost over, miss," Pedro said with a concerned expression as he noticed her shaking from the effects of the injection.

As Pedro looked towards the door, he noticed Sunghoon standing there. He promptly got up and bowed to him, whispering something in his ear before leaving.

Sunghoon approached her with a composed demeanor, noticing that she appeared to have regained her composure after the intense emotional turmoil within her. Gently, he reached out and rested his hand on her rich, dark skin, delicately caressing her cheek. His gaze met hers, as he sought signs of vitality or vulnerability within her warm, brown Orbs.

He tried to gain her attention by snapping his fingers right in front of her face, despite her eyes remaining tightly shut due to the injection. Perplexed, he ran his fingers through his hair, puzzled as to why his spell wasn't having any effect. "What's happening? Why isn't it working?" he pondered, questioning himself. Casting another intense gaze into her eyes, he felt a gulp forming in his throat as he noticed her arm, devoid of life.

Time was running out, and he had to save her life. Failure was not an option, especially after failing to save his previous lover. Growing impatient, his eyes started to transform into a reddish hue, his fangs slightly revealing themselves. Succumbing to desperation, he sank his teeth into her skin, drawing her blood. However, even as he drank from her, there was no immediate response.

Gradually, her eyes began to flutter open, but her gaze shifted downward, fixing upon Sunghoon, who had traces of blood lingering on his mouth. 

As Tabetha stepped into the tub, a soothing cascade of hot water mingled with warm water enveloped her body, providing a sense of relaxation. Sunghoon joined her, entering the tub right after, and took a moment to glance at himself in the mirror. He carefully wiped away the remnants of blood from his mouth using a towel, his gaze then shifting to Tabetha as she began to cleanse her body, the water flowing over her skin.

Despite having recently indulged in Tabetha's delicious blood, Sunghoon found himself grappling with resurfacing sexual desires for her. He struggled to maintain self-control, knowing that his longing stemmed from the unique and enticing taste of her blood. It was an unfamiliar sensation, the desire to keep someone close solely for the pleasure their blood brought. Yet, he knew he must resist these urges and focus on their connection beyond the physical, as he cherished her presence beyond the confines of his thirst.

In the depths of Sunghoon's being, the seductive allure of Tabetha's blood continued to stir his primal instincts. The taste lingered on his lips, fueling a longing that was difficult to suppress. He fought an internal battle, torn between his insatiable desire and his genuine affection for her. As he gazed upon Tabetha, her body glistening with water in the dimly lit bathroom, his eyes betrayed his inner struggle. The lines between lust and love blurred, creating a potent cocktail of emotions within him. The connection they shared transcended mere physicality, and Sunghoon knew that succumbing to his desires would jeopardize what they could build together.

He mustered all his strength, forcing his eyes to meet hers. At that moment, he made a silent promise to himself to protect her, to cherish her not only for the intoxicating taste of her blood but for the person she was. With every fiber of his being, he fought to control his urges and channeled his energy into nurturing their emotional bond, knowing that their love went far deeper than any carnal desire could ever satisfy.

"Sunghoon," a voice echoed from the other side of the room, drawing Sunghoon's attention. He turned to see Tabetha, now standing there naked, her body on display. As he approached her, a surge of protective instinct washed over him. He reached out and handed her a towel, gently draping it around her curvy frame, ensuring her comfort and modesty.

"You know," she said, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow, "if you could be more honest with me, it would help me trust you a bit more." Her words struck a chord within Sunghoon, causing a surge of conflicting emotions. The instant urge to lie surged through him, driven by the fear of revealing his darkest secrets. Throughout his existence as a vampire, he had faced judgment and persecution, leading him to hide in the shadows of both the immortal world and the harsh, unforgiving realm of humanity.

doing a few polls for fun and to hype it up a bit. only two more days engene!! i think my favorites rn are fate and bills! 🤗