In the dimly lit art room of your college, Sunoo shyly takes out his hands, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he beams at you. He's not sure why, but he doesn't feel all to frightened, showing you this mystical part of him he's hidden because he was advised not to.

But ever since you've found out his true identity as a vampire in this world, you've done nothing, but show that you would do no harm to him or expose him and his brothers. He trusts you more than he'd like to admit. And of course, it was only natural for you to be curious about how his powers worked.

To be honest, he's still not all too familiar on phrasing them, so here he stood tonight, a bit eager and nervous to show you what he can do. Sunoo's heart flutters at how your eyes peer at his open hands before you, finding your curiosity and interest endearing as it only seemed like you only wanted to know more, not mock him or threaten the vampire. He's been a subject all those things. The scrutiny and mob mentality.

His hands glow a golden hue that nearly resembles the sun, and soon enough, beautiful butterflies that matched the glow flew out of his palms in such an ethereal way, and it matches Sunoo's personality so well. It's like the warm color from streetlights outside of the building is flying out of his hands gracefully.

Sunoo watches your reaction, his smile growing. Just as a black butterfly, a creature that contrasts against what he's shown you so far, escapes, and Sunoo lets out a flustered giggle, closing his hands into a fist, taking it as a sign to stop for now.

"Sorry," He purses his lips in a bashful way and his cheeks flushes for a second. He peers at your expression. "Well, what do you think?" He muses with a playful tone, raising his eyebrows.