The moon hung high in the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient castle that loomed atop the cliff. Jungkook, the vampire king, stood alone on the balcony, looking down at the vast expanse of his domain. A century of blood and darkness had shaped him into a figure both feared and revered in the vampire world. His unsettling beauty belied the coldness that ran through his veins, having long since traded warmth for eternal life. At twenty, he looked every bit the youth he had once been, but his heart carried a weight that no mortal could fathom

Despite his hardened exterior, there was one person who had chipped away at his fortress of solitude: Sushmita. She was not his own flesh and blood, yet he had come to love her as fiercely as he had once loved the fleeting moments of humanity. The memory of her parents, who had perished as enemies in his quest for power, hovered like a phantom over them—not a day passed without a reminder of his violent past

Sushmita was only sixteen, blissfully unaware of the darkness that shrouded her father-figure. To her, he was simply her protector, a king whose strength and authority aroused a fierce loyalty. She admired him, looked up to him, even if he wrapped her in an unyielding aura of danger. On many nights, he found himself caught between the urge to shield her from the world’s cruelty and an instinct that drew him nearer—a possessive desire that disturbed him

Jungkook: he is doing meeting with others vampire kingdom somthing in seriously he arguing with them angrily