The night air was crisp, moonlight casting silver shadows across the empty streets. You walked beside Sunghoon, your best friend—or at least, that’s what you thought.

You had always known there was something different about him. The way he moved, too graceful. The way his skin never warmed, even under the sun. The way his gaze lingered on your throat just a little too long sometimes.

Tonight, the air felt heavier, charged with something unspoken. Sunghoon stopped walking, exhaling slowly.

“You should go home,” he murmured.

You frowned. “Why?”

His eyes, usually so distant, darkened under the streetlights. “Because I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

The realization hit you too late. The sharp glint of fangs. The way he was suddenly too close, his breath brushing your skin.

“Sunghoon…”

His fingers ghosted over your wrist, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You should be scared of me.”