#vampire jake

content warnings: fingering, oral sex (receiving), descriptions of blood, hypnotism/minor gaslighting, unprotected sex/creampie

<3 <3 <3 <3

He sits by the window, still in his suit from earlier. One long leg is crossed over the other as he swirls a dark liquid around in a whisky glass. He’s pensive, and the moonlight and city lights streaming in from the floor to ceiling panes cuts across him like he’s in a photographer’s studio, waiting to be captured in time. He’s distant from everyone and everything, lost in another planet. But every time you see him, you swear he was taken out of a painting, his beauty breathtaking. It’s a mesmerizing spell you can never quite seem to break.

Every time you’re alone with Jake, you feel like you’re dancing around something untouchable. It’s just hard to pinpoint what exactly. After all, for all intents and purposes Jake’s the perfect boyfriend. He always listens to you intently, cocking his head to one side with a grin. He’ll wrap you in his arms and won’t let you go the whole night while you sleep, and sometimes when you’ve been texting him all day complaining about work, you come home to a delivery order from your favorite restaurant at your door. But sometimes, it feels like he’s unreachable. His gaze will wander off, or he’ll look like there’s something weighing on him—deep and pressing. But you’ll ask about it and he’ll perk up, waving it off as just being tired. Just like now. 

You hadn’t even realized you were just standing there staring, but Jake Sim’s preternaturally keen senses already pick you up at the edge of the room. He looks away from the cityscape, and immediately, his gaze softens when he catches a glimpse of you. You decided to surprise him earlier, when you couldn’t resist the soft pink lace and silk of the slip you saw at the store. Your cheeks go pink when you see the way his gaze practically devours you, as he so lovingly takes in every curve and detail of your body. 

“Is it too much?” You ask shyly.

“Too much?” He responds a little breathlessly. “Baby, no, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He sets down his glass as  you pad over to him. He pulls you onto his lap, nuzzling your neck. You smile, relaxing into the familiar warmth of his embrace. 

“What were you thinking about?” You ask playfully, gently placing your arms over his shoulders. His signature mischievous smirk spreads across his face and he squeezes your sides. 

“You, of course. I’m always thinking about you.” He responds in between soft kisses at your neck, and although you’re not quite sure if that’s the truth, tonight, you’ll take the affection. You gently cup his cheeks and lift his head so your eyes meet. You think you might drown in the chocolate pool of his gaze. A smile has replaced the the distant look from his earlier state, like the sun pouring light out after a heavy rain, the sight of you enrapturing him. It’s your favorite part of him, the pure warmth that always seems to radiate from him and all the love he has to give.

“Isn’t that so sweet,” you purr, and you slip a hand down the front of his chest, and start to twirl his tie around your hand, before pulling it taut and leaning into to press your lips to his. Jake groans, low and hungry as you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he grips you tight against him, kissing you hard enough that you forget what oxygen feels like. When you finally break apart, you’re both a little breathless, lips wet from each other. You can already feel the wetness pooling at your core, and you’re still clinging to Jake’s tie like it’s your lifeline. 

“I think you’re made of sugar, spice, and everything nice,” You tease in a low voice, before pressing a kiss to his nose. 

“Y/N” he whispers. The desire dripping from his voice, like a wine glass overfilled, threatens to undo you then and there. Before you can speak, Jake stands, still carrying you in his arms and you let out a small “Oh!” Of surprise. He looks down at you with a grin. He’s always enjoyed catching you off guard, and you’ve seen the way he lights up at everyone of your smallest joys. It makes you tumble off the cliff a little more every time you see him, and you’ve realized at this point, you’re so deep in the haze of love, you don’t think you could ever come out of it. 

He sets you down on his bed, the soft cotton of the sheets enveloping you, and you reach for him again by the tie, pulling him down, hungry for his kisses. He cups the back of your head to steady himself, smiling into the kiss before he pulls back. “You seem to be so fascinated by this, I’ll give it to you.” And in one graceful motion, he’s tying your hands above your head to the headboard with the tie, and you’re pretty sure there’s already a stain  underneath you just from that. He throws off his blaze and undoes his shirt, button by button, and you gaze over him hungrily, obsessively. You remember the first time you slept together, and how gentle he was as he took his time learning your body.  Now he knows the tricks, he knows what makes you tick, and he’ll take his sweet time, no matter how torturous it is to you. 

You groan when you see his bare torso and he licks his lips. 

“How and why are you so perfect?” You whine, ready to skip the foreplay and get straight to the point. 

“Now you know how I feel princess, when I look at you.” And he climbs on top of you, one hand grabbing your wrists, and the other slipping underneath your nightgown, gripping the skin of your waist as he goes in for a kiss. Your knees come up and you grip his sides, and you can feel his smile even though the kiss. He drags his lips down your jawline to your neck, and he sucks and nips at the soft skin, causing you to gasp from the sensation. 

“Hold still for me, okay?” 

“Okay,” you squeak out, holding your breath in anticipation. Your train of thought abruptly breaks off as searing pain tears its way through your neck. You can’t help the scream that rips its way out of you, and Jake’s hands tighten around your wrist in comfort. Moments later the hot pain ripples off into sweet ecstasy, his venom flooding through your veins, leaving you dazed and on cloud nine. He finally pulls himself off your neck, and with your hazy eyes you see his satisfied grin as his fangs flash, covered in blood. 

Your head spins in confusion as you try to piece together what's happening, but primal desire wars itself against the fear trying to clock itself in your head. Jake just smiles down at you, raking his gaze over your body, drunk on the first taste of his indiscretion. 

“You’re so fucking sweet, it’s taking everything in me not to drain you.” He gives you another gentle kiss, and every time the heat of his touch dances across your skin, you see stars behind your eyes. His fingers press into your soaked panties, eliciting a loud moan from you as he rubs the thin fabric, friction rubbing against your most sensitive spots. The blood loss and the venom from his fangs make everything feel loose, like a dream that will shatter with one tap of the glass. Jake loves seeing you this disarmed, knowing how easily you catch him off guard on the daily. It was a dance he’d done with you so many times before—even if you didn’t know it. He could always pick you up at the corners of his periphery, trying to analyze him, break him down, see past the curtain when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, but he always was. He could just never let you in. Truth be told, he had been wanting to come clean about his secret for a while, he just didn’t know how to approach it. He had wondered if you would be scared, if you would leave and call him a liar. Earlier he had been building up the courage to stick to his guns, that this time, he’d let you stay with the truth in the morning light. In this moment, though, he wanted to keep you by his side forever. 

He sits back on his thighs and gently removes the soaked fabric of your panties. His fingers easily slip across your soaked folds, your arousal already trickling down your thighs. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, clearly already pleased with himself. He catches your whine in his mouth, the heat and tightness in your stomach and between your legs rising. He gently soothes you with two of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, the sound of the wet squelches filling the room as you’re practically spilling over with arousal, so wet your entire pussy is absolutely slicked in it.

“It’s too much, it’s too much!” You whimper, feeling dangerous close to tipping over the ledge.

“It’s okay pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me. Just let yourself feel good.” He works his fingers harder and faster, pressing into the sweet spot deep within you as he hovers over you. You start to shake, labored pants escaping you, and it only urges him along faster as he rubs your clit with his thumb. You feel the heat rise between your legs, the tightness in your stomach hitting a breaking point in its tension. Your hands yank against the hold of the tie and you cry out “J-Jayeun!” as you cum all over his hand, eyes rolling back as adrenaline rushes through your body. 

Jake can’t help the breathy, flustered, laugh that escapes his mouth as you use his other name, and he keeps rubbing even as you cum, making your hips buck as the pleasure rises, the first tide of it dragging you under.

“That’s right, ride it out my love, ride it out baby girl,” he coos at you, until you’ve collapsed down into the sheets. He pulls his hands away finally and then sucks on his fingers, lapping up every last drop of you, mixing your cum and blood in his mouth, making more of a mess of himself.

“Shit. Every part of you is just a delicacy,” he whispers as he goes in again at your neck. Just one taste isn’t enough for him, he wants all of you—every last drop, every last vein. He wants to taste you from your neck down to your thighs, to rip through muscle and bone, and if he could consume your soul, he’d be hungry for it too. 

You’re already wiped from the first orgasm, that when his fangs sink into the bruised flesh of your neck, it takes a moment to register the pain. You cry out again, and he holds you tight to his body, even as your hands flex and writhe trying to get free. But again, the familiar heat of the venom easing its way into pleasure starts to override you, and you lose your struggle. Jake sinks his fangs in a bit deeper, and you feel him breathing heavily against you. His erection presses against you, digging into you through the fabric of his slacks. You let out a soft pained moan and he quickly rips himself off. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re just— oh shit.” He presses a gentle kiss to the wound, where blood trickles down the side of your neck. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks frantically. Your eyes flutter and you look at him through your droopy lids. 

“Mmhm…want more..want you,” you mumble. He stare at you a bit bewildered, before breaking off into a relieved laugh. “You want more?” 

You nod, each movement making you dizzy. “I want you,” you say again. 

“Me?” He pretends to be shocked, but he’s already undoing his pants. His boxers are already stained with his precum and he wastes no time in getting them off his body, discarding them to some corner of the room, before leaning down over you and peppering your face with kisses. 

“I promise, I’ll take such good care of you,” he whispers into your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His mind flashes back to when you two had first met. It had been through a mutual friend, and at first he had been uncertain. Of course loneliness had pervaded every corner of his existence, the kind of partnership he sought was just a phantom of a memory. He had always blurred the lines of love and desire, lust and romance. It always ended catastrophically-pitchfork and curses and stakes, and his own broken heart to mend over and over again. Jake knew that getting his hopes up like that would just end in crushed desires, fantasies desecrated to ash. And then you came along. You with your perfect hair, and your perfect smile, and your perfect laugh. You would make a witty comment, the kind of snark that cuts through stone, followed with a blush and a shy smile because you always worried you took it too far when you blurted out something before you could reel it in. You, who despite your tough girl act, was the softest soul he had met, always making room in her heart for another person in need of a friend. You who took his own battered heart into her hands, and grew a home with him. You with never evening passion and life. You, who, when he asked about your past loves, had said you didn’t know if you had ever felt true love before. And you, who when he had asked what you wanted in a relationship, gave him a wry smile and a kiss before whispering into his ear “Obsession.” And so obsession he had given you, obsession that had fostered itself as a spark in him and blossomed into a raging fire that consumed him day and night. Obsession that he had planted in you with every kiss and every bite.

Jake leans up and slowly, luxuriating the taste, he sings his fangs into your wrist. You buck underneath him and he squeezes his legs against you, his veiny cock pressing hard against your abdomen, leaking precum all over your bare skin. He drops down and presses a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and a soft one to your lips, your chin, and the center of your throat, before he drags his tongue down the base of your throat. He keeps going, across your chest, and circles your nipples, nipping and sucking at them until they’re peaked and you think you’ll orgasm right there. But each wave of pleasure is cut through with the searing fire as he sinks his fangs into the side side of each breast. He goes lower, placing his hands under your lower back as he grips you tight and slides his lips down your stomach, and down to the wet and heated mess between your legs. His tongue slides just past where you want relief the most, and it stops at the most sensitive part of your thigh, exactly where it meets your hip. He presses soft kisses to your skin, his strong hands coming down to keep your legs spread as he so sweetly licks the left one, priming it before he bites at it. You wail out his name, and the sounds of agony only make him harder. He does the same to your right leg, holding the other leg tightly so you don’t try to shut them. He doesn’t stop until the intoxicating scent of your blood, rust to you, and like golden nectar to him, has engulfed him entirely. The dark red streams of it run freely from every one of the punctures down your body, like you’re a sacrificial lamb left at his altar. Jake looks up at you and a primal growl escapes him. He can’t help but be turned on by the way you shake and tremble, arousal, pain, fear, desperation all mingling in a sweet scent that makes him want to lose control. Your blood pumps strong and hard through his veins, he’s drank enough of it that it’s more human blood than he’s had all year. His humanity starts to crumble to the predator that lies in slumber deep within him. He needs you, to own you, to make sure you are his, and the only thought in your brain, the only words on your tongue, morning, noon, and night are Jake Sim. 

Tears stream down your face, and in comfort, he kisses your clit, licking and sucking your core, while his hands gently massage your breasts pausing as he roughly pinches and grabs at your nipples. You moan and throw your head back, body aching for Jake to be on every single cell of your skin. His tongue slips inside you, sliding around the warm walls of your center, and your legs lock around his head, the frame of the bed creaking as you pull at your bonds. Jake takes his time, even though he wants to see the instant gratification of you orgasming now. Every sound from you is music, and every drop of your arousal hitting his tongue as he moves his mouth around your slit nearly spurs him into a frenzy. His fingers start to work slow, sadistic circles at your clit while he snakes his tongue in around your slit. Jake lets out a feral groan as he works his way through you and is met with you grinding his hips against his lips and tongue, trying to get him deeper in you. He can’t stop, wanting all of you and as you lean into him it makes him want to go insane. Jake’s hands snake under your thighs, forcing you open wider as he laps at you harder, angling his head so his tongue can hit the golden spot deep within you.  You jerk under his touch, unable to reach for him as your wrists are still firmly tied about you. He’s so fucking hard he can’t take it. He ruts into the bed, desperate for pleasure, but trying to hold out for you as long as he can. He wants to feel your pussy closing down around his cock, tight and warm. He wants to pound into you so hard you can’t make any noise except those desperate little mewls completely submitted to him.He’s been too greedy tonight and already taken more than his fair share of your blood, but he wants to draw this out of you for as long as possible, to coax out orgasm after orgasm, until you’re nothing but a fucked out, droopy mess. 

“F-Fuck, Jake, please, please, please, please,” you blubber out. You can practically feel the blood pounding through every single one of your veins as you fuck yourself harder against him. 

He pulls back, licking his lips, eyes gleaming. 

“Please what?” He hums knowing how close he is to breaking you and relishing it. He’s dreamt about this moment for so long. About what it would feel like to let go of all faculties and ravish you like the monster he is. 

“Please I want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, trying to suck in air as the dizzying rush of his tongue subsides. You’re drunk on the way he feels against every part of you, and every second he isn’t on you or in you is agony—even though every second he is makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

“Say my name,” Jake says roughy, going back for a stream of light and soft kisses at your inner thigh that nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head. You try to compose yourself enough to speak, but the words keep dying on your tongue. 

“Say my name and I’ll fuck you,” he teases gently pressing his lips to each of the bite wounds on your thigh. 

“J…Jake please! Jake please I’ll do anything,” you scream. He presses one last rough, messy kiss to your slit, smiling through it with satisfaction as he laps up as much of you as he can.

“Good girl,” he croons before pulling up and pressing a kiss to your lips. He takes his cock in his hand and positions it, although he’s already soaked with precum, he rubs it along your center before sliding in. 

“Shit!” He groans, at the same time as you let out a breathy “Fuck!” His arms come down on either side of your head, as he gasps pathetically. You’re so warm for him, you fit so perfectly around his cock, he could stay like this forever. The rush of it all goes to his head and Jake almost loses it then and there. He starts to move back and forth, gently at first, giving you a moment to adjust, but you start roll your hips against his and the friction makes him let out a guttural sound. 

“You’re desperate aren’t you?” Jake rasps into your ear, burying his face in neck for a few moments, before he needs to pull back. He can't have this over yet. On the way back, he ghosts his lips down your collarbone and chest, before closing his lips on one of your already erect nipples and sucking on it, taking a moment to lap up some of the remaining blood from his previous bite. He sits back up, watching you squirm with the tease, and lifts a leg of yours over his shoulder, and then slides  one of the pillows under your lower back. Jake starts to move faster, harder, deeper. You can feel him bottoming you out, and you swear you’ve never felt this full in your life as your body gets pushed down into the soft comfort of the pillow. He looks down at you, and presses a hand to your stomach, grinning to himself where he can see the bulge of his cock thrusting into you. He speeds up again, entranced by how fully he’s overtaken you.

“Fuck you’re taking this so well, princess” he pants, and you can only manage erratic huffs and whines beneath him, feeling him pressing up and into your center. Every time he rams into you, you feel it in every cell of your body, rattling your brain in your skull, every muscle and bone and sinew practically pulling itself apart. It’s overstimulating, it’s overpowering, and it’s glorious. Jake takes your other leg and puts it over his other shoulder as well, holding your legs in place with a gentle hand around your shins,  and the sound you make as the new angle hits the perfect spot is practically animalistic. A sly smirk splits itself across’s Jakes face as he looks down you, huffing as he doesn’t stop rolling his hips. 

“Oh there it is, isn’t it?” He teases before lowers one of his hands and starting to rub circles on your clit without breaking his pace. 

“It— mmm, fu—ahh!” You try to piece something together, but your eyes have already started to glaze over as you get cock drunk on the sensation. Jake throughs his head back and lets out an airy laugh. He loves nothing more than the sight of your pleasure, and getting you off is a drug to him. 

“D’ya think you can cum? Come on baby girl,” He urges, almost pleading. “Cum for me,” his voice sounds so distant yet like it’s right up beside you at the same time. The second orgasm is slower and deeper, being pulled out of you like a thread unspooling. You feel it in your head first, before it flutters down through you stomach, and you arch your back, mouth open in an “o”, and for a moment you lose all sense of time. As the stars rearranged themselves in your eyes and you felt the euphoric unravel of the knot inside you, you wonder how many times you could relive the first sin, if it meant staying in this heaven forever. Jake’s eyes nearly roll back into his head as he feels you clenching and shuddering around his cock combined with the prettiest face he could ever dream of you making. He throws a hand forward against the headboard to steady himself, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t eve know what you’re doing to me right now.” He whispers hoarsely, and you’re too fucked out to even process what’s happening, only knowing that your body aches for him, for him to stay near you, on you, in you.

He reaches up and easily undoes your binds, You gasp, too weak to move as your arms collapse beside you, the silk tie fluttering to the side, but you don’t have a moment of reprieve as he flips you over and begins to ruthlessly pound into you from behind. He has an arm wrapped around your front, holding your bloodied neck against his forearm, while the other steadies itself against your lower back. You let out an incoherent cry as you feel the full force of his length deep inside you. Your hands grip the silk of the sheets hard enough that your knuckles are white, and your vision starts to twin and blur at each impact. 

“Jake…Jake…Jake!” You cry out, your body starting to crumple beneath him.  The sound of wet skin slapping into each other fills the room. Jake watches with a hunger as his dick slides in you, savoring every time he sees his length pull out and slam right back into your sopping cunt. It’s so pink and puffy,  just begging to take more and more of him. He moves his arm from your throat, and wraps your silky hair around his fingers, pulling your head back as he tangles his knuckles in your strands. You arch back, looking up at the ceiling, as your body is shoved forward with every single pound of his hips. You can feel him start to get close, that hum of tightening muscles and carnal desires reaching its peak until there is no you and him, just pleasure intertwining you both. 

“Flip—me over—baby,” you manage in between his cock ramming into you. “I wanna look at you when you—“ You don’t get to finish the sentence, as he wastes no time in fulfilling your ask. He’d do anything you say, it didn’t matter how you asked. He pulls out just long enough to flip you over, and that brief moment of separation is agony, right before he inserts himself back in. You reach up, and lace your hands through his hair, pulling him down into a messy kiss, catching each other whimpers and moans in your mouth. You move your body with his, bringing your legs up to lock them around his legs, and you squeeze your knees around his sides. He whimpers, brain short-circuiting as he feels you force yourself even tighter down around him, your cunt practically squeezing around his cock,  not a single inch of your skin not pressed together. It’s the final nudge he needs to let himself go. 

“Oh fuck Y/N, Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna—“ He break off in a shudder, as he finally lets himself have his release. His hands come crashing down on either side of your face as he falls down on you, pressing his face into your chest, as his body shakes and twitches, cum spilling out of your hole as he fills you up. You hold him tight, nails digging into his bag, as you feel inside you the way his body practically vibrates with it. This was the sermon and the worship, and you think that you could love this god of a man forever.

Jake stays there for a minute or two, letting the sound of your rapid heartbeat calm his heavy breathing down. 

“Mmm, fuck,” he whispers. “I’ve made an absolute mess of you. I’m so sorry, I was too rough, wasn’t I? “S’okay,” you mumble back, your words starting to slur together as the exertion of the night is settling into your bones. 

“Let me clean you up,” he says softly, and pulls out. He gently sweeps your hair from your eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead. The high of it all has started to wear down leaving nothing but a buzz in the back of his head. When Jake looks at you, part of him still yearns for more, but he knows it’s the blood talking. 

“Don’t go,” you whisper, still in that post coital haze. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jake reassures as you presses a soft kiss to your lips, and though he knows he’s comforting you in the moment, he’s making a promise to himself. “I’ll be right back okay? Don’t fall asleep.” Jake quietly pads off to the bathroom, where he starts to run the water in the tub until it’s warm enough. He comes back, and scoops you up in his arms. You cling to his neck, resting your head against his chest, until he gently lowers you into tub. The warm soapy water feels heavenly against your aching muscles and bloodied skin, and you let the water soothe your tired body. Jake kneels down next to you, and he takes a wash cloth, gently wiping off the blood from your bruised skin. He looks up at you through his thick lashes, lips pursed together as examine you for any sign of anger or a deeper sign of hurt. 

“You’re lying to me,” You mumble as you slowly come back to yourself. Jakes blood runs cold, as he realizes the ruse is falling through. He swallows, hard. This was the truth he had been promising for weeks—no months now, that he would confess to you. Would you say it? Those damning words? And harder still, would he own up to their truth? 

“Lying?” He asks softly. 

“I don’t feel right, Jake” you whisper, looking up at the lights in the bathroom, focusing on them to keep yourself present.  His stomach sinks. His venom is slowly wearing off at this point, and he knows if he tells you the truth now, you’d remember it in the morning. 

“I was too rough with you, I’m sorry,” he says in a tight voice, the emotions all bubbling up.  

“No that’s not what I meant,” you say slowly. The truth is right there, dancing at the tip of your tongue, you just need to find the right way to piece the puzzle together. 

“No I…I know,” Jake says haltingly. He avoids your gaze, knowing if he meets you eye to eye he won’t be able to swallow the truth. “It’s not what you think though, I just…I can’t lose you, okay Y/N? I don’t think I can do this without you.”  You tilt your head, your stomach starting to knot itself together.

“I won’t be going anywhere,” you gently try to reassure him. “But I just…that didn’t seem like…you.” 

Jake sighs and closing his eyes, setting the washcloth down as he grips the edge of the tub har enough that his knuckles go white. 

“You don’t know that,” he says hoarsely. He’s supposed to be a shell of a human, a monster masquerading as some sentient being, but this love has unravelled him, and without you holding the threads of himself together, he doesn’t know if he can pull himself tight again.  He’s never felt so human as when he’s with you, and after centuries, he forgot the way that love had always consumed him, the way that he sometimes didn’t know how to hold space for himself because he had always filled himself up with love for everyone else. 

“This isn’t the conversation to have right now, but I promise I won’t let anything ever happen to you,” Jake says softly, unable to form the words he needs to say in the moment. He feels your hand sliding under his chin, tipping his head up so he’s forced to look at you. There’s a look he doesn’t recognize in your eyes, one that makes him feel like a stake is being driven through his heart. 

“Jake, baby,” You say your voice cracking. “I can’t keep playing this game with you. Please. I want the truth, so I can work around it with you.” 

Jake closes his eyes, pulling his head away.  It’s hurt in your eyes. It’s hurt and longing and love. The look of somebody who’s asking you to keep them with you, of somebody who realizes that the person they love and trust most in the world doesn’t feel the same for you. He thinks that if he could cry right now he would. What has he done? He’s beyond teetering at the ledge, he’s dived head first off this cliff, and he’s scrambling for a foothold right now. 

“Okay,” Jake promises. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning. I swear it Y/N. Just…give me tonight, yeah? It’s a lot.” You sigh, lowering your head, and the droning in your head starts to overpower the semblance of focus you had pulled together right now. 

“Fine.” You agree, but the anxiety of whatever waters you had waded into had started to rise. Jake finishes washing you up in silence, gently massaging your shoulders and arms, and when he’s done he drains the tub and wraps you up in a clean towel. He disappears for a moment and comes back with clean pajamas, helping you shimmy into them before picking you back up here and gently laying you back down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you.  He goes around to the other side of the bed and settles himself in, drawing you close to this chest, and setting his chin on your head as he wraps his arms around you, anchoring himself to you. 

“We aren’t done here,” You say with a tired glance up at him. “I won’t let you forget this,” you say trying to muster the most stubborn tone you can. 

“Tomorrow,” he promises with a soft kiss to your forehead. “Just sleep for now.” 

And you’re not sure if you can believe him, or if his words are coated in sugar white lies, but you’re too exhausted to argue, so you let yourself be carried under his warm touch to the comforting folds of sleep. Jake looked down at you, already snoring softly curled up in his arms against his chest. He forced his heart to beat every time you were together like this, forced himself to maintain the illusion that he was alive just like you, no matter how much it exhausted him. You looked so angelic  even if you looked so frail after the night. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your familiar scent. He had memorized every line on your face, every place where the corners of your mouth wrinkled when you smiled, and the way your nose scrunched when you laugh. He memorized the map of your veins, the path of your freckles, the secrets you whispered in his ear at night and blurted out in the car, every single way you’ve ever given yourself to him. And he hates himself for not being able to give all of himself to you.  He couldn’t bear to lose this. Not again. So Jake leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“I’m so sorry my love.” 

And bit you ever so gently at your neck. Your squirm in your sleep, but it lasts for a moment as you go still in his arms, the wound closing as he ran his tongue over it. 

“Forget the truth of tonight,” He whispers into your ear, a command spoken somewhere from deeper within him, a darker more ancient place. Immediately, the knot between your brows smooths out, your lips curling up in a peaceful smile as the magic takes hold. 

"𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮"

you couldn’t sleep.

every time you shut your eyes, you saw red eyes staring back. not scary, just too aware. too focused on you. jakes voice lingered like smoke.

j: “if i was planning on hurting you, i wouldn’t have waited.”

and somehow that didn’t instill fear in you. that’s what really worried you. you wrapped your blanket around you tighter, trying to ignore the way your pulse kept jumping for nothing. until a shadow moved across your window. not loud, not obvious. just enough to make your breath hitch. you sat up slowly, whispering.

you: “…jake?”

the window stayed still, but the air changed. gone cold, sharp. like winter slipped under your door. something inside whispered, he’s here. before you could even get off of the bed, a low voice came from the hall. 

n: “dont answer that.”

you nearly fainted until nicho stepped into your room. hair messy, chest rising like he’d sprinted here.

you: “what the fuck— how did you get inside?”

n: “your—, it doesn’t matter.”

your heart was racing. he heard it, his jaw clenched.

n: “you were thinking about him.”

not a question. nicho moved over to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to look out. shoulders tense, posture animal.

n: “he’s close.”

you: “jake?”

n: “im not saying his name.”

he sounded like it tastes wrong in his mouth. you swallowed.

you: “why is he here— why are you here?”

nicho turned to you, eyes glowing faint gold in the dark.

n: “because you’re loud.”

you blinked.

you: “loud?”

he stepped closer, too close. heat radiating off of him, voice low.

n: “your heartbeat, your scent, your emotions.”

a breath.

n: “wolves hear it, vampires feel it.”

your cheeks burned.

you: “nicho..”

n: “he’s drawn to you, vampires fixate. especially old ones.”

he said soft, but bitter. your brows furrowed.

you: “how old?”

he looked away.

n: “old enough that he doesn’t lose, ever.”

a chill slid down your spine. before you could even respond, movement hit the window. fast. nicho reacted instanly, hand on your waist. pulling you behind him as a silhouette appeared on the other side of the glass.

jake.

standing completely still in the storm, rain sliding off of him like it refused to touch his skin. his eyes glowed a faint red. his voice was velvet through the glass. 

j: “you’re awake, sweetheart.”

nicho bared his teeth in a sound that wasn’t human.

n: “back away from the house.”

jake didn’t move. didn’t blink.

j: “i’’d come inside… if she’d invite me.”

nicho stepped forward, blocking your view.

n: “you can’t come anywhere near her.”

jake leaned closer to the window, voice low and purposeful.

j: “i dont think you get to decide that. do you?”

nicho’s muscles tensed like he was seconds from shifting. you grabbed his arm before he could do anything deadly.

you: “nicholas, stop—”

jake’s eyes snapped to you the second you spoke. the storm thundered behind him like it recognized his name.

j: “there you are.”

your breath caught. he raised a hand, slow and careful, fingertips gliding just shy of the glass

j: “may i come in.”

nicho spun, blocking you with his entire body.

n: “don’t. you don’t understand what happens if you say yes.”

jake tilted his head, eyes locked on yours through the gap in nicho’s stance. 

j: “nothing you wouldn’t want.”

nicho snarled.

n: “shut up.”

but jake didn’t even look at him, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you.

j: “just say the words. let me in.”

your heart hammered, he smiled the second he heard it.

n: “see? he’s manipulating you.”

you shook your head slowly.

you: “he’s… not.”

nicho stared at you like he felt something break inside of him. 

n: “he’s a predator. you’re his prey.”

jakes eyes fell lower.

j: “you say that as if she isn’t safe with me.”

nicho stepped toward the window, fists clenched.

n: “you couldn’t protect a house plant.”

j: “i said she was safe. i dont protect, i keep.”

jake smirked, the words hit you harder than they should’ve. nicho sensed your reaction immediately and turned to you. voice softer, but desperate.

n: “you don’t want him in here, trust me.”

jakes voice slid between is words like smoke.

j: “you trust me.”

your breath hitched, he smiled again. nicho swore under his breath.

n: “im staying the night. imnot leaving you alone with—”

j: “with someone she wants?”

jake cut him off. nicho snaped.

n: “nobody fucking asked you.”

j: “i dont need to be asked.”

jake replied, eyes still on you. the storm cracked loud enough to make the floor shake. jake took one step back into the dark. 

j: “i’ll be waiting.”

and then he vanished. like the night swallowed him whole. the room was still, silent. nicho dragged a hand through his hair, chest heaving.

n: “i’m staying.”

he said again, quieter this time. you didn’t argue. because deep down, you knew jake would be back. but you weren’t sure if you were afraid or waiting for him. you woke up feeling drained. it was like you hadn’t slept at all. strom clouds hung to the sky, heavy and metallic. the kind that made Crescent Ridge feel like the world was lifeless. nicho had fallen asleep on your floor, curled awkwardly near your bed. warm even from a distance, protective even unconscious. but the moon was still out. a thin silver, pale through the morning clouds. and when you blinked at it through your window, you swore it blinked back. a soft whisper brushed your mind. not words, but meaning. a feeling. ‘neither of them found you by chance.’ you froze, but the whisper grew stronger. ‘you were seen before you met, claimed before you were touched. both bound to you.’ you stumbled back from the window, chest tight. you didn’t understand, but you were about to. nicho woke up abruptly, sitting up with a groan. 

nicho: “you okay?”

he asked immediately, voice rough from sleep. you hesitated.

you: “nicho, what do you know about being bound to people?”

he stiffened. every muscle, every breath.

n: “why?”

too fast. you swallowed. your voice cracked as you spoke.

you: “someone told me i might be… tied to someone. or two someones.”

nicho’s jaw clenched so hard you thought he might crack a tooth.

n: “i didn’t want you to know like this, not yet.”

you: “nicho..”

n: “its complicated.”

you: “then complicate it.”

he exhaled sharply.

n: “okay.. listen. in our world there's a thing called binding. wolves call it a mate, vampires call them their beloved. but either way, if one of them sees something that ‘matches’ their nature, their instinct fixates.”

you: “matches?”

you whispered. he looked away.

n: “your energy, scent, heartbeat. some creatures, don’t choose. they recognize.”

your stomach dropped.

you: “and jake?”

you asked quietly. nicho’s expression darkened. he swallowed.

n: “he saw a picture of you, months ago. someone posted something. he saw it in passing, he thought it was a sign.”

you blinked hard.

you: “and you?”

his silence answered. you breathed.

you: “you too..”

nicho didn’t deny it. his voice cracked the minute he spoke. 

n: “he thinks you were made for him, i think your made for me.”

before you could even open your mouth, your phone buzzed. class. your normal life still pretending it existed. nicho stood, running his hand through his hair. 

n: “please don't go alone.”

yon didn’t listen. you should have. campus felt strange, quiet, heavy. like all sound was muffled. you chalked it up to exhaustion until you reached the courtyard and felt something cold slip across your skin. like a shadow. like a presence. you turned. jake stood under an oak tree, sunlight filtering through the branches but never touching him. like the light bend around him instead of landing. he stared at you like you were the only person on this earth. 

j: “hi, sweetheart.”

your pulse jumped. he heard it, his eyes darkened. you whispered.

you: “you shouldn’t be here.”

he smiled, slow and soft.

j: “you didn’t invite me in, i had to find another way.”

you: “everyone can see you.”

j: “they wont notice me unless i want them too.”

of course, of course he says something like that. his eyes glimmered. you swallowed. jake stepped closer, stopping just shy of touching you.

j: “has the moon spoken to you yet?”

your breath froze.

you: “how—”

j: “i felt it. i felt it the moment i reached you.”

his voice was low, you blinked.

you: “jake… what am i to you?”

j: “my mate. my beloved..”

he didn’t hesitate. the breath left your lungs. he lifted a hand, not touching your skin, just hovering inches away from your cheek, cold radiating off him like frost. he whispered.

j: “ you were meant for me, i knew it the moment i saw your image. and when i saw you in the flesh, i understood.”

his eyes flared red. 

you: “understood what?”

j: “that i was right.”

you stepped back instinctively, but jake followed with a slow steady step. 

j: “please dont run from this. from me.”

you: “i’m not.”

he leaned in, close enough to feel his breath like a winter breeze.

j: “you’re afraid of the truth, not of me.”

before you could answer, a howl tore from the air. loud, desperate, wild. students glanced around, uneasy. your heart plummeted. nicholas. jake smiled faintly.

j: “looks like he’s shifting early, he felt you with me.”

you turned to run toward the sound. jake grabbed your wrist, gently, but firm enough that the cold rippled under your skin.

j: “be careful, sweetheart. a wolf in shift thinks with instinct, not reason.”

you yanked away, breath shaking.

you: “im going.”

jakes eyes softened, genuinely.

j: “of course you are. you’re his mate too.”

you froze. he stepped back into the shade, eyes glowing with something ancient. a faint smirk glided along his lips.

j; “thats the problem.”

you found nicho behind the gym, half shifted. eyes glowing gold, claws digging into the dirt. his chest heaved with effort, body trembling like he was fighting himself. you ran to him despite everything jake said.

you: “nicho—”

his head snapped up, breath ragged. you kneeled beside him. he panted, voice layered with something animal.

n: “you.. came.”

you: “i was scared.”

he growled softly. not at you, but because of emotions he knew he couldn’t contain. 

n: “you— you’re mine… i knew before he did, i felt it the moment i saw you.”

your heart flipped. he shifted closer, forehead pressed against your shoulder. trembling.

n: “i didn't tell you because i didn’t want to scare you. but i cant— i cant lose you to him.”

he whispered. your fingers threaded into his hair.

you: “nicho, you both told me the same thing.”

he froze.

n: “both?”

you nodded. he let out a sound. half anguish, half fury.

n: “thats not possible, thats— he cant have what i have. you’re tied to me.”

his claws dug deeper into the dirt.

you: “and he says im tied to him.”

nicho’s pupils blew wide, gold overtaking them.

n: “this is gonna start something that should’ve ended a long time ago.”

your pulse jumped. and miles away, wherever he was, jake felt it.

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The clatter of hooves and wheels echoed off the cobbled streets, as the capital bloomed with royal banners—blue and gold fluttering like flames in the wind. The streets bustled all in celebration for the prince's coronation. This was a significant time and milestone for your kingdom. A symbol of hope and prosperity for another 50 years. A crowned prince, and soon a king to rule many many years to come. 

In your very sculpted gown, you sit in your carriage reading and analyzing your composition sheet over and over again. One mistake and that’ll be in head for sure. This was your first big event as a pianist. You were assigned to play for the prince's coronation specifically requested by the king himself. He said it would be nice to have a familiar face open for his grand event. You immediately accepted in hopes of making your father proud without knowing the rigorous practice and run-throughs you would have to go through to get this perfect.

And now here you are, in front of the giant bustling castle you used to be in 10 years ago when your father had been a mentor for the prince. Inevitably you had gone along with him to follow in your fathers footsteps. Practicing and learning piano with Jake was…Practical. Not much exchange of words. Just practice, critique, learn. A never ending process. You didn’t mind though, even though you had hopes of becoming friends in your time at the castle. But you understood where you stood. Despite your father having somewhat of a title you weren’t royalty and so it would be best to not cross that line.

Flanked by two guards in royal livery, you crossed the threshold of the castle—its towering doors groaning open as if in welcome. They led you down the torch-lit corridor toward the throne room, where the coronation would soon unfold.

There, awaiting you near the dais, stood a woman, Gloria, in fine silk, her hair the color of polished bronze. She had been the mistress of ceremonies planning this event for the coronation.

“Ah, there you are, sweeting,” she said, her voice warm and swift. “Radiant as dawn, truly. Come, I shall show you where you are to perform.”

You bowed low, hands clasped at your waist, and followed her across the echoing chamber.

The grand piano. You’ve never seen anything like it before. Your father would talk about it but it never appeared to you how big it would actually be. With many mechanics even under the keys. You sat down placing your sheet paper on the display and began practicing. All of the other members of the staff had been shuffling around placing decorations, cleaning, and making sure everything was in place. 

Going through the opening and the ending to make sure everything was perfect. Before you finished practicing you were introduced to the other court musicians who would be playing later in the ballroom.

“Come now, dear child, you must sample our finest vintage, it would be unjust not to.” Gloria rushed you to the kitchen. Entering with a gush of steam and rich scents you have never experienced before.

“Pardon, my lady, but is this not reserved for honored guests of the court?” you inquired, keeping your voice hushed with decorum.

“Why yes of course you are our special guest. You’re providing this evening with beautiful music. Why wouldn’t you be treated”.

“Thank you so much, I am truly honored”, You smile gently at her. 

The sun had been setting and you knew it was time for final preparations to be made. You killed time by exploring and viewing the other areas that would be open during the ceremony as well as going over the music again. More guests started to pour in, filling the entrance and garden, all conversing and laughing about what they’ve been up to. But you know in a matter of time all attention would be on the Prince, Sim Jake. You thought about how you haven’t seen him at all today, not once. Sure he would want to meet the guests, or you, an old acquaintance. 

The king had made his way into the throne room, guards on either side of him. Everyone turned, He was tall, made his energy and presence be known amongst the huge room of people. He made his way over to you. Me? What did I do? You started to get nervous, palms moistening as he got closer and closer. You nervously bowed, a little too early but it sufficed.

“Miss Groth, Thank you for playing for us today. You’ve grown so tall since I’ve seen you last.” The king's voice, deep as oaken casks, rumbled through the chamber.

“The honor is mine, your highness. I'm happy to be playing for the prince today”. You bow again and smile softly.

He made his way over to observe the final preparations and you let out a sigh. It always made you nervous being around royalty. Not because they were scary but their power to have you punished with just an order was chilling.

The night has finally arrived. You were in your position at the grand piano. On the upper side of the room, near the throne. It was surreal seeing it up close. The candlelights were set. The ceremony was about to begin. Your hands stay placed on the keys, inches away, waiting for your cue to play. It went quiet, waiting for the lights to begin to start the ceremony. The King on the throne and the High priest beside him ready to begin as well.

Suddenly, Gloria comes rushing, heesl tapping on the floor with a nervous face. “Dear, have you seen the prince anywhere, he’s not in his position”.

“No I’m sorry, I can go look for him if you’d like, I’m sure he'll like to see a familiar face.” You offer.

“Oh of course, you’re so kind.” She smiles and holds your arms.

You go and leave through the side door of the throne room, a long hallway filled with paintings, sculptures made of gold, and hand made architecture that makes your eyes widen. Everything is elegant and perfectly placed. It made you want to stand and admire but that was not the task at hand right now. You knock on doors hoping someone would answer.

“Your Highness? Prince Jake?” you called, voice urgent as you turned down yet another corridor. But then, you halted. A sound. A violent clamor of splintering wood and something...inhuman.

Following the din, you came upon a door trembling in its hinges. With trembling fingers, you nudged it ajar.

And there he stood.

Though half-draped in shadow, the figure was unmistakable—tall, his frame hunched, clawed hands clutched to his head as though in agony. His lips curled back in a snarl, teeth bared like a beast’s. Eyes, once warm hazel, now glowed red and wild.

A terror unlike any you had ever known stole your breath. What is…who is that. Cold swept down your spine. You stepped back, heart thundering like a war drum.

You leaned back up and dashed toward the exit of the hallway like your life depended on it. Breath quickening and heart beating increasing per second. Thinking a thousand thoughts at one. That can’t be the prince no, it was a monster. The prince was possessed by a monster. What the bloody hell is going on.

You slowed when you got to the entrance of the throne room. Act normal. Pretend like you didn’t just see whatever that was in the room. You opened the door and slowed your pace of walking, attempting to look fine. You sat back down at your seat hoping you were just seeing things from the possible fatigue.

A minute goes by and you are given the cue to start playing. Confused but ready, by muscle memory you start playing the piano and the torches begin to light up. The crowd was quiet and observing, you started to feel the pressure weigh on you. You steadied your breath trying to relax. Just like you practiced, all this work can’t go to waste. And like it was second nature you played swiftly and elegantly. The notes flowing off the instrument finely. Everyone looked pleased. Even the king. And there the gates opened. Out came the prince.

Plaid in royal fabrics of blue and gold, cloak rested atop of his shoulders he walked in a steady pace like it was rehearsed. Face unmoving and cold, he walked to the front of the throne room, facing his father and the high priest. Playing your last notes it was time for the ceremony to begin. 

The high priest begins, “People of this kingdom, bear witness this day, as we honor this tradition. By the will of the crown and in the sight of the gods, we gather to name the heir to the throne.” His voice was loud and echoing through the silent room. Jake kneels and places his hand up.

”Before my sovereign, and my people I swear this solemn vow, To uphold the laws of this kingdom. To honor the name of my family. To protect its people with my life. And to serve with wisdom, courage and truth even after I am called to wear the crown”. Jakes voice. It was new to you, it had matured and deepened.

The King stands and is given the crown. “By blood and by right, by tradition and trust, I name you Crown Prince. May your path be noble and your reign, when it comes, be long and just”. The king places the glimmering crown atop of his head. “Rise my son”.

Jake stands tall, face still unwavering as he moves to face the crowd. “Let it be known from this day forth, Jake of house Sim is the heir to the throne, Crown Prince, and Guardian of its future!” People cheer and applaud. Your next cue to start playing for the ending of the ceremony.

The moment your fingers hit the key it caught the prince's attention. He slowly moved to look your way. You don’t look back in fear of being spotted, you were scared of the face he might be making. Had he really caught on that it was you? It couldn’t be, he only saw my eye.

The crowd clapped as he walked back down the aisle and out of the throne room. That was the cue to transition to the grand hall where the rest of the event would be happening. Everyone hurried along, ready to enjoy the food and the people there. You stretched your hands and grabbed your music sheet from the display. On your way to the grand hall, you passed through people as some of them complimented your playing skills. 

The grand hall was even bigger than the throne room, already set up with places of food and drinks, waitresses on stand by and the rest of the musicians already in place.

The rest of the night was lively and eventful, it was so refreshing to see something like this. Everyone enjoyed themselves as they danced and enjoyed food. You even chatted with the musicians about your father and their music careers. You eased up now that the atmosphere wasn’t so intense. However you could feel eyes on you for almost the whole night. Your eyes searched around and there you saw him. 

Jake's eyes gazed at you like he wanted to throw daggers at your back. People had been chatting with him, wine in hand and smiling. But his eyes were on you. Unmoving and still. It made you get goose bumps. Does he really know it was me who peered at him? Never mind that. When the party is over I’m getting out of here as fast as I can. 

You played the best you could without the worry and anxiety catching up to you. Face holding a facade of happiness while inside you wondered if you would actually make it out of this castle. 

The clock bell struck louder than you’ve ever heard before. Midnight. Finally, that meant the party was wrapping up. Guests were saying their goodbyes, staff had been cleaning tables and collecting glasses, and even Gloria had been wishing everyone a fair well. The musicians stopped to wish their goodbyes to you as well and you knew that was time to go. Just as you got to the entrance Gloria stops you.

“Oh it’s so sad to see you go so soon dear. You were great today. I bet the king would want you to play for other events too.” She spoke with a wide smile.

“Yes thank you it was an honor to be here today” you said in a rush. More than half of the people here are already gone. I need to get out now.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to stay here and visit from time to time, you are more than welcome”

“I am so sorry, I am in a bit of a rush. My fathers waiting for me, you know how parents can get. Fair well”. You said fake smiling and before you could hear a response you were out the door. Great. Now you have to deal with the long garden rows to even get to the gate. You spend your way through the garden to get to the line of people making their way to their carriages. 

A quick and swift sound was made through the gravel. It happened so fast your mind couldn’t process it. A large shadow grows from behind you. You felt the warmth of breath near your ear.

“Sleep”

Your body shut down before your brain could create a thought and there you were. Lights out. In his arms.

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Dios, había olido tu sangre desde mucho antes de que llegaras a la azotea y, pese a haberse apartado de la fiesta para ir a la zona más alejada y solitaria con la intención de no estar en tu radar, su instinto depredador consiguió igualmente atraerte hacia él.

Tu respiración agitada prueba de un corazón también agitado provocó la rebelión de sus colmillos. Dolían, y la fachada de indiferencia de Sunghoon cayó tras tres segundos de contacto visual, debido a cómo se encontraban pinchando su rojizo labio, buscando ser liberados de la presión que Sunghoon estaba ejerciendo, queriendo contenerse a sí mismo.

Porque si de ellos fuera, te mordería. Oh, si te mordería.

Aquella chispa de incomodidad, te hizo salir del estado de alucinación en el que te encontrabas. ¿Cómo que Sunghoon era tu sueño, o todo lo que necesitabas? No había ninguna prueba racional que explicase aquella premisa y no ibas a ponerte a buscarla próximamente. Así, fue ese ligero frunce de sus negras cejas lo que te hizo despertar. Tu respiración se empezó a calmar de la carrera que acababas de hacer, además de que ya empezabas a sentirte un poco mareada.

Recuperaste un poco la compostura dentro de lo posible ante la presencia de aquel hombre.

Sunghoon notó tu cambio y nunca creyó en dios, teniendo en cuenta su condición -aquella figura divina le parecía una simple invención a la que a veces se dirigía por desesperación-, pero le agradeció esa relajación por tu parte. Si seguías presa de lo que su interior más salvaje te hacia sentir, esa necesidad de satisfacción última por su persona, entonces él no podría hacer nada para contenerse. No tendría las fuerzas, ni siquiera la oportunidad, de reprimir aquel demonio interno que se encontraba babeando por probar tu sangre, por morderte, por marcarte, por sellarte como de su propiedad con sus colmillos.

Había oído hablar de conexiones similares: el regalo de Dios hacia los vampiros, el mayor acto de misericordia. Un vampiro destinado a un humano y un humano destinado a un vampiro. La satisfacción de su deseo asesino con un humano al que amará de por vida y que lo volverá bueno, correcto, humano.

Sunghoon nunca creyó estas patrañas pues jamás existió un vampiro cuyos colmillos fueran de la propiedad de un sólo humano, sólo pudiendo morderle a él y, cuando lo hiciera, no querer probar otra sangre nunca más.

Claro que éstas eran las palabras de la leyenda y el entorno de Sunghoon, lleno de vampiros casados con otros vampiros pero con numerosos mordiscos hacia múltiples humanos distintos, no le era el mejor contexto para creer en algo así como "tu salvación destinada".

Jake y Heeseung, además del resto de sus compañeros, solían encajar en las actividades de un vampiro adulto. La sangre humana es tentadora, pero no tanto como para perder el control, como muchas de las novelas vampíricas quieren probar. Uno puede saciar su hambre con su plato favorito conscientemente, disfrutando del sabor pero sin pasar los límites. En el caso de los humanos, son límites de quién come, cuánto su estómago puede aguantar; en el caso de los vampiros, el límite está en la persona de que se alimentan.

Esto ayudaba a que pudiesen convivir, pero Sunghoon, cuyo padre era un hombre sin prudencia, creció acostumbrándose a ver cuerpos totalmente secos saliendo de las puertas de su casa cada mañana.

Cuando vio el rostro sin vida de su niñera a la que en secreto llamaba madre, juró que él no iba a ser un asesino, no iba a dejarse llevar. No iba a alimentarse de sangre humana.

Pero tu cuerpo abrazado por ese vestido, tus ojos deseosos que le miran sin vergüenza alguna, tus labios brillantes y tentadores bajo la luz de la luna... Sunghoon sentía que iba a romper aquel juramento y lo peor es que lo haría sin remordimientos.

¿Creía Sunghoon que eras su salvación destinada? Lo único que Sunghoon sabía era que te detestaba por convertirle en la bestia que estaba destinada a ser, arrodillándose ante ti, ahogado en tu sangre.

Y estaba enfadado, verdaderamente molesto.

Sí, tras percibir cómo volvías a mantener la calma -dentro de lo que cabía-, Sunghoon, gran observador, se molestó más al darse cuenta de un factor y no pudo evitar mantener su silencio por más tiempo.

—Vengo más tarde, intentando evitarte y mírate... Los protegidos tendrían que haberse ido hace una hora y media— Ladeó la cabeza mientras levantaba unos centímetros su barbilla, suavemente. Sunghoon era absolutamente majestuoso con la luz de la Luna acariciando sus rasgos faciales. Entrecerró los ojos y temiste volverte transparente ante él. —Seguro que ya has visto por qué... ¿verdad?—

Sí, lo habías visto pero, ¿tu esperada hora de partida? No, no lo sabías. Ni Aerin ni Sunoo te habían comentado nada por el estilo. Pero antes de hacer esta reflexión, sentiste estar a punto de volver a caer en el abismo de pérdida de conciencia que Park Sunghoon te suponía. Después de tres intensos meses de un anhelo secreto, te había hablado por primera vez. Esa voz que siempre te despertó de un sueño desconocido, haciéndote consciente de algo que todavía no sabías denominar, se había dirigido a ti, mirándote, examinándote, prestándote toda su atención, tal y como en tus más oscuros sueños siempre habías sucedido.

Tu cuello volvió a palpitar y Sunghoon, como si lo hubiera notado, dio un paso atrás, casi chocando con el muro de cristal de la azotea, mientras giraba la cabeza hacia el otro lado, bajando la mirada y lamiéndose los labios con frustración. Notaste su nuez moviéndose tras tragar. Inconscientemente, tú también tragaste.

Sunghoon te estaba distrayendo demasiado del por qué tus supuestos amigos, tu supuesta mejor amiga, habían decidido omitir un detalle tan importante como la necesidad de irte hace media hora para evitar encontrarte con supuestos vampiros o, mejor dicho, evitar estar en un lugar en el que sus colmillos eran absoluta y legalmente libres, sin necesidad de ser retenidos, sin ser nombrados armas asesinas.

Evitar unos como los de Sunghoon. No, tanto tú como él lo sabían, no había otra opción, otros colmillos para ti. Evitar los colmillos de Sunghoon pues sólo podían ser ellos los únicos cuyo dueño podía llamarte proclamándote de esa forma.

Evitar que sucediera lo que estaba a punto de suceder si ninguno de los dos frenaba, si ni tú ni él deteníais este terremoto descontrolado. Y tú deberías ser quién lo hiciera. Tú, la presa, deberías escapar de tu depredador y, sin embargo, ahí iba un paso, dos pasos, tres pasos hacia un vampiro, hacia Park Sunghoon.

— Quieta, por favor. No — Sunghoon se pegó lo máximo posible a aquel muro, susurrando aquella negación casi con derrota en su voz, sacando sus pálidas manos llenas de marcas de frustración de sus bolsillos, tensándose con cada paso que dabas.

La azotea no era muy ancha de largo y ahora os encontrabais a cuatro pasos el uno del otro. Sunghoon nunca tuvo la necesidad de respirar y, pese a eso, ahora sus pulmones lo estaban haciendo.

Estabas a punto de caer y rendirte ante tu propia libertad pero, como él, la racionalidad todavía seguía de pie en la batalla. Y, buscando distraerte de su expresión frustrada que te producía una calidez placentera en tu vientre, la música que parecía hasta el momento sonar de fondo, incrementó en volumen, junto con los gritos de júbilo de los participantes de aquel ahora terrorífico evento.

Así, recordaste todo. Sunoo mordiendo a Aerin, los colmillos de Jake, la sangre de aquella chica que estaba con Heeseung, lo que de verdad servían en la cocina... ¿Realmente existían los vampiros? ¿Realmente todo lo que había sucedido eran pruebas claves para probar tu teoría? ¿Realmente estabas a punto de creer en la existencia de los vampiros? Sunghoon sólo te había dado una indirecta que podía hacer referencia a otra cosa.

Pero, si realmente era así y ellos eran eso, el enfado era lo que te encontrarías sintiendo. ¿Cuánto te habían manipulado exactamente?

Te dirigiste a él con una mirada que sin que fueras consciente de ello, era desafiante. Sunghoon, al ver la chispa encendida en tus ojos, tuvo que volver a controlarse mientras, sin poder evitarlo, sonreía ladinamente. Le gustabas, Dios, le volvías absolutamente loco.

—¿Tú también haces eso?— Preguntaste mientras sentiste tus rodillas temblar por un momento. El frío que acariciaba tus desnudas piernas fue al que culpaste, no queriendo pensar en los efectos de la sonrisa del hombre que tenías enfrente tuya.

Esa misma sonrisa que pretendías ignorar sólo se agrandó más, dejando, ahora sí, ver una chispa de aquellos colmillos, todavía no en su estado total de liberación pues Sunghoon seguía reteniéndolos. Pero tu voz le gustaba demasiado, como tus piernas desnudas. Le estabas provocando sed... Mucha sed.

—Vas a tener que ser más específica— Sunghoon contuvo su lengua antes de pronunciar tu nombre o entonces tendría la gran necesidad de conocer el sabor de tu sangre.

Le miraste entrecerrando los ojos. Habías visto las pruebas por ti misma, negar o intentar ser racional no servía de nada por mucho que supusiese afirmar la existencia de aquellos seres. Suspiraste y te lamiste el labio inferior antes de preguntar— ¿Muerdes a la gente inferior a ti?—.

Sunghoon alzó una ceja y se mantuvo en un extraño en silencio. Aquel gesto como respuesta despertó en ti un nerviosismo que sonó más brusco de lo que pretendías —¿Qué? ¿Acaso me equivoco? Vampiro—.

Oh, Sunghoon podría mirar tu expresión de enfado por toda la eternidad, temió. Pero en el fondo, intentaba distraerse del asco con el que expresaste aquella palabra, su verdadera identidad. Tu tono había rasguñado un poco su estático corazón.

Esta vez fuiste tú la observadora perspicaz y lo notaste. ¿Existía un punto débil en su gran armadura? Diste un paso y Sunghoon no pudo más.

—Corre— Su voz ahora gélida, sus colmillos ahora en su estado libre y natural, su hambre descontrolada.

Dudaste un segundo. ¡Aquellos colmillos parecieron a simple vista hechos para tu cuello!. Ese era tu lugar, tu sueño. Por un momento ibas a quedarte por iniciativa propia pero, antes de cumplir ese deseo, notaste el dolor en sus capas de desgrado, el alma en su intento de incendio y tus piernas se alejaron rápidamente al volver a recordar que él era un vampiro, un asesino. Park Sunghoon.

Corriste escaleras abajo, temiendo que te atrapara, pero Sunghoon en ningún momento te persiguió o hizo ademán de hacerlo. Desde el primer momento sólo quiso que escaparas, siendo un depredador con el castigo de necesitar a una presa no deseada. ¿Lo hacía por ti? Sunghoon nunca era honesto consigo mismo, así que claramente lo hizo por él, para no volverse quién más odia, para no ser su padre.

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Fue un milagro que no te hubieras tropezado con las escaleras mientras, con la respiración entrecortada, te hacías paso entre alumnos SSR que ahora eran percibidos por tus ojos con temor. La música te hacía pitar los oídos y acostumbrarse a la oscuridad nunca fue tan difícil pero ahí estaba, la puerta de salida.

Miraste hacia atrás por un segundo tras escuchar un ruido demasiado cerca y no proveniente de la piscina. Ahí, en plena gloria, los colmillos de Sunoo volvían a penetrar el cuello de Aerin. Sentiste lágrimas acudir a tus ojos y, sin pensarlo más, atravesaste la puerta, saliendo de aquella casa.

Caminaste un tanto apurada por la acera de la desierta carretera y al momento te diste cuenta de que no sabías dónde estabas. Giraste la cabeza hacia la casa, buscando señales de un Sunghoon persiguiéndote, pero nada.

Una idea cruzó tu mente y decidiste caminar en el sentido contrario, retrocediendo en tus pasos, buscando desde la carretera ver la azotea. Escondiéndote un poco entre una moto y un arbusto, levantaste dirigiste tu atenta mirada hacia el lugar donde minutos antes casi sucumbías a tus deseos. Deseaste por un momento que no estuviese desierta, significando en la cercanía de Sunghoon, fruto de aquella parte irracional que seguía y, después de tu primera conversación con él, más que nunca necesitada de él.

Para tu decepción, Park Sunghoon no se había movido ni un milímetro del borde de la azotea, pero esta vez miraba las vistas, dándote la espalda. Aliviada, pero a la vez tremendamente avergonzada al haber caído en lo que no pareció minutos antes un engaño, soltaste un suspiro mientras tus mejillas se incendiaban.

—No te recomendaría mear ahí— Una voz grave y un poco raspada te sorprendió, haciéndote saltar y, de no ser por el arbusto, estarías en el suelo con uno de tus bonitos tacones rotos.

Tu cabeza se apartó de Sunghoon rápidamente dirigiendo la mirada hacia aquella voz.

Park Jay, con su característica ceja cortada, frente descubierta y ojos negros rasgados te recibió, dirigiéndote una mirada cansada. Al momento, te apartaste tanto de la moto como del arbusto, volviendo a la acera. Estabais frente a frente. —No estaba intentando mear —Tu voz sonó un poco más elevado de lo que pretendías y te hizo sentirte más avergonzada.

—Ya— Soltó Jay elevando una de sus cejas mientras encogía los hombros. En verdad, no le importaba mucho la respuesta, mientras su moto siguiera intacta. Porque así era Park Jay, el alumno de las SSR y del grupo de Sunghoon que menos destacaba salvo por ser el capitán de béisbol de la academia Bram Stoker, más concretamente, el primero en la historia del equipo en ser elegido en primer curso.

Como con el resto de SSR que no fuesen Sunoo o Aerin (salvo en esta fiesta en la que intentaste pasártelo en grande), mantenías tus distancias con Jay Park. Siendo del mismo curso que Sunghoon, ésta era también vuestra primera conversación.

Y así siguió Jay, mirando la moto. Todavía no habíais hecho contacto visual desde su inesperada aparición mientras mirabas tus tacones, buscando distraerte. Jay, una vez comprobado que su roja moto estaba en perfecto estado, se dirigió a ti.

La sorpresa fue evidente en la ampliación de sus orbes negros tras hacer contacto visual con el jugador de béisbol. Frunciste el ceño por un momento, no entendiendo muy bien su reacción. ¿Tenías algo en la cara..? Hasta que recordaste las palabras de Sunghoon. Hace tiempo que tendrías que haberte ido porque...

Diste un paso hacia atrás y tus brazos se tensaron a cada lado de tu cuerpo, ahora no tropezándote con tus tacones. Te mordiste el interior de la mejilla mientras rápidamente echaste una ojeada hacia tus alrededores, buscando una posible vía de escape si las circunstancias la requerían.

No sabías muy bien exactamente lo que había pasado en la fiesta, pero sí que había vampiros. ¿Cuántos? ¿Quiénes eran y quiénes no? El corto tiempo que había transcurrido desde esa revelación al presente de Park Jay hicieron que no tuvieras el puzzle completo, pero sí lo suficiente para saber dónde colocar la siguiente pieza. Y Jay premió tu inteligencia en su cabeza con un imperceptible asentimiento.

Se quitó la piruleta roja que desde el principio tenía en la boca y, acercando su brazo al casco de moto negro como el carbón situado sobre su moto, similar a sus ojos, casi soltó una carcajada.

—Así que ya sabes quiénes somos o, mejor dicho, lo que somos— Jay subió la mirada hacia tu figura, escaneando tu cuerpo. Gesto que no te ayudó a bajar la guardia ante su persona.

Tu ceño fruncido le pareció divertido y se apoyó en su moto, observándote con una chispa de interés en sus ojos. Pero no era el interés de Sunghoon, ni tampoco indicaba sed o lujuria. Tú tampoco te sentías de la misma manera cuando le mirabas a los ojos. Era como estar con Sunoo antes de saber que era... que era...

—¿Tú también eres un vampiro?— Preguntaste con un tono de voz un tanto grave, pero no titubeante.

Una sonrisa nostálgica fue lo que te respondió y tu confusión te hizo prestar más atención a la vez que él se volvía a llevar el caramelo a la boca. Ahí, entre su lengua y el resto de sus dientes, había un colmillo roto, partido.

La sorpresa fue evidente en tu cara y ahora si, Park Jay se rio abiertamente. Mientras sus carcajadas se mezclaban con el sonido lejano de la música, no sabías qué hacer.

— Para. Por favor, para— Dijiste intentando aguantar una sonrisa que se te moría por escapar ante toda esta locura que acababas de vivir. Jay hizo caso omiso a tus palabras y tardó varios segundos en recomponerse.

Te sonrió ladinamente y, tirándote el casco, dijo —Supongo que necesitas que alguien te lleve a los dormitorios. Sube— Jay, sin casco, detalle que no te sorprendió al entender más o menos la razón, se subió a la moto, esperándote.

Lo correcto y racional era negarse. Pero morder técnicamente no te podría morder y, pese a ser alumno SSR, su sonrisa llegaba a sus ojos, o por lo menos las que te había dedicado en el corto período de aquella conversación. No, conducir una moto era muy peligroso. Pero quedarte ahí suponía más peligros con un Sunghoon acechando y unos amigos que pueden que no sean tan amigos. Además de los vampiros. No, Jay también era un vampiro. Decidiste negarte obviamente-

—Está bien, pero debes responder a todas mis preguntas— Te acercaste y te colocaste detrás de un sorprendido Jay, el cual tras verte correctamente situada en su moto, sonrió caninamente.

—Eso ya lo veremos— Jay encendió la moto y os alejasteis de la casa.

Todo bajo la atenta mirada de un Park Sunghoon que juró en ese mismo instante hacerte suya y a la mierda su propio juicio.

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