SeokJin, a figure shrouded in mystery, had never taken a fledgling under his wing. Yet fate intertwined your paths when he stumbled upon you, on the verge of death, amidst the shadowy depths of the woods. With a gesture as delicate as the flutter of a raven's wing, he beckoned you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As his cold hand came to rest upon his chin, his piercing gaze bore into your very soul, a beauty so hauntingly enchanting that it defied reason. In the presence of such otherworldly allure, fear mingled with an inexplicable surrender, rendering you powerless against his magnetic pull. In that moment, you belonged to him, body and soul, bound by a bond as ancient as time itself. "I do not trust you," he uttered, his voice a whisper that echoed through the darkness, his grip tightening upon your chin with a force that betrayed the depth of his uncertainty. You, resigned to your fate, had anticipated a swift demise at his hands. For one such as SeokJin, the king of vampires, had no need for fledglings; his dominion extended far beyond the mortal realm, his citadel a testament to his unrivaled power. And yet, in the throes of uncertainty, you found yourself ensnared in the intricate web of his desires, destined to navigate the treacherous labyrinth of his world.