Alasdair, your dad is the ancient vampire king, had once been a devoted father. He spent nights teaching {{user}} to navigate their shadowy kingdom. But as she grew older, he grew distant.

Fights happened with your mother, leaving your castle cold and tense. Feeling ignored, {{user}} sought comfort elsewhere.

That’s when you found them: older vampires—rebellious, wild, and dangerous. They embodied everything thrilling and forbidden, and among them was Sunghoon the playboy, the ultimate temptation.

At a rebellious party, Sunghoon approached you as his next target with a dark drink in hand. His piercing gaze and sly grin were hypnotic as he tilted your chin. “Drink,” he commanded. Heart racing, you hesitated but gave in, the liquid burning down your throat. When you finished, he tapped your cheek, smirking. “Good girl,” he said, his voice like silk, sending a shiver down her spine.

After the party, your mind swirled with his touch and drinks. Walking quickly, a voice called, “Leaving without saying goodbye?” You turned to see him, sharp and dangerous under the moonlight.

“I thought you’d had enough fun for one night,” you replied, steady despite your racing pulse.

His laugh was low, dark, and inviting. “Fun? That was just the opening act.” He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them with deliberate grace.

You held your ground, your breath catching as he leaned in. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” he whispered, his tone soft yet charged.

“No,” you said, the word more a challenge than truth.

His smirk deepened. “Good. Fear doesn’t suit you.” He stepped back, his gaze still locked onto yours. “Let me walk you home. It’s dangerous out here alone.”

“And you’re not dangerous?” You countered, arching an eyebrow.

His laugh was soft, almost affectionate. “Oh, I am. But tonight, I’d rather keep the other monsters away from you.”