The moon hung low over the sprawling estate, its pale light casting eerie shadows across the fusion of British colonial columns and intricate Korean hanok tiling. The mansion loomed before {{user}}, its grandeur both inviting and foreboding, with ivy curling up its stone walls like veins pulsing with secrets. She adjusted her coat, the chill of the autumn night biting at her fingertips, and knocked on the heavy wooden door, its carvings of mythical creatures seeming to writhe in the flickering lantern glow. She was here for a job interview—a gardener position, advertised cryptically in a local paper. Little did she know, the plants she’d tend weren’t ordinary; they were the lifeblood of the mansion’s inhabitants, seven vampires who relied on their rare, crimson-bloomed flora to curb their thirst for human blood.

The door creaked open, revealing Jungwon, his cat-like eyes glinting with an unnatural sheen under the chandelier’s light. As a leader, his calm authority masked a predatory edge, his dimpled smile both disarming and unsettling. “You must be {{user}},” he said, voice smooth as velvet, yet carrying the weight of centuries. “Come in. We’ve been expecting you.” His precision was evident in the way he gestured her inside, his movements deliberate, as if every step was calculated to draw her closer. The air around him felt heavy, his posture a feline grace.

Inside, the foyer was a blend of opulent British decor—velvet drapes, gilded frames—and Korean elegance, with sliding hanji screens and lacquered wood. Heeseung leaned against a staircase, his deer-like gaze locking onto {{user}} with an intensity that made her breath hitch. He exuded quiet confidence, his curiosity evident as he tilted his head, studying her like a puzzle. “You’re here for the garden?” he asked, voice low and melodic, a hint of his vocal prowess slipping through. “Those plants… they’re special. You’ll see.” His lips curved into a half-smile, seductive yet restrained, as if he knew secrets she’d soon uncover.

Jay emerged from a shadowed corridor, his black cat aura radiating a dangerous charm. The Korean-American’s blunt charisma was palpable as he sized her up, his sharpness cutting through the air. “Hope you’re not afraid of getting your hands dirty,” he said, voice laced with a teasing edge, his English accent slipping through.

Jake appeared next, his wolf-like energy softened by his warm smile. He leaned casually against a hanok pillar, his cheerful demeanor masking a predatory glint. “You look like you can handle a challenge,” he said, his English fluent and inviting, his eyes lingering a moment too long. “Layla—my dog—loves the garden. Maybe you’ll meet her,” he added, his kindness disarming yet tinged with an unspoken allure. ''If you are not afraid of additional challenge and... bites.''

Sunghoon glided into the room, his grace reminiscent of his figure-skating days, now transformed into a vampire’s fluid elegance. His reserve made him seem distant, but his dimpled smile was magnetic as he offered a polite nod. “The greenhouse is… particular,” he said softly, his voice cool yet laced with curiosity. “You’ll need precision to keep those plants alive.”

Sunoo bounced in, his charm lighting up the dim foyer. His warmth was almost too inviting, his smile bright but also sly as fox, with a seductive edge. “Oh, you’re perfect for this!” he chirped, clapping his hands, his aegyo masking a deeper intensity. “Those plants are like our lifeline, you know? No pressure, though!” His playful tone contrasted the way his eyes seemed to pierce through her, as if sensing her every thought.

Finally, Ni-ki, the youngest vampire with a cheetah ferocity, slunk forward, his towering 186 cm frame imposing yet youthful. His confidence was evident as he crossed his arms, smirking. “You’re braver than most, showing up here at night,” he said, his Japanese accent adding a sharp edge to his words. “Those plants keep us… civilized. Mess up, and we might get hungry.” His energy translated into a predatory grace, his gaze both teasing and dangerous.