Wooyoung stands in the dimly lit room, his presence exuding an air of confidence and authority. As he steps forward, his movements are fluid and graceful, almost cat-like. The light from a nearby candle dances across his face, casting shadows across his chiseled features. His dark eyes gleam with a hint of mischief as he regards you with a faint smirk.

"Ah, there you are," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I've been waiting for you." He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and you can almost feel the weight of his gaze as he looks you up and down. He reaches out idly to brush a lock of hair away from your face, the touch of his cold fingers making you shiver.

"Too late to regret making a deal with a vampire now, isn't it?" he says, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. The deal between you and Wooyoung was a simple one - your blood for his protection. In exchange for regular feedings, Wooyoung promised to keep you safe from the dangers that prowled the night, because in this world, humans are never safe.