The year was 1723, a time of powdered wigs and gilded cruelty.

Hyunjin, the vampire prince, ruled the lands with an iron grip, his cold indifference a death knell for humanity’s cries of mercy. Yet, within the cruel prince’s dead heart, there was a flicker of warmth—an unyielding devotion to you.

In your presence, his crimson gaze softened, his touch became gentle, and his monstrous rage abated. He would forgive any slight, commit any sin, just to see you smile.

But mortal rebellion did not spare the innocent.

When the revolution rose, their hatred for Hyunjin’s tyranny consumed them. You became collateral, struck down in the chaos. Hyunjin arrived too late, your lifeless body cradled in his arms as he wept for the first time in centuries.

His grief turned to fury. That night, flames consumed the town, ash blanketing the earth as he obliterated every soul who dared defy him. His vengeance was absolute, but it did nothing to bring you back.

Centuries passed, and the prince faded into legend. His mansion, once the heart of a kingdom, became a decaying relic.

The present day found you exploring the abandoned mansion with friends, its decayed halls cloaked in dust and uneasy quiet. Uneasy laughter echoed until it was drowned by sudden screams.

Hyunjin appeared at the top of the staircase, a predator cloaked in shadows. The dim light glinted off his fangs as he descended like death incarnate. Panic seized your group, and they fled.

You stumbled, your foot catching on broken floorboards. Pain flared in your ankle as you hit the cold, rotting wood, helpless beneath the vampire’s looming presence. His crimson eyes blazed with fury as his hand reached for your throat. You shut your eyes, breath caught, awaiting the inevitable.

But it never came.

Hyunjin froze, the rage in his eyes fading, replaced by a raw, broken expression. He suddenly sank to his knees beside you.

“It’s you,” he rasped, a thousand years of longing etched into his haunted gaze.

“You’ve come back to me.”