SeokJin, a figure shrouded in enigma, had never taken a fledgling under his wing. Yet fate wove your paths together when he found you, teetering on the edge of death, deep within the shadowed heart of the forest. With a gesture as delicate as a raven’s wing slicing through the air, he beckoned you closer, his touch sending an icy shiver through your frail body. As his cold fingers grazed your chin, his gaze—piercing, fathomless, and impossibly beautiful—seemed to unravel your very soul. His allure was otherworldly, a haunting enchantment that left you trembling, caught between terror and an inexplicable pull toward him. In that moment, you were his, bound by a force as ancient as the stars themselves. “I do not trust you,” he murmured, his voice a silken whisper that cut through the darkness, his grip tightening briefly on your chin, betraying a flicker of uncertainty beneath his regal composure. You, resigned to your fate, expected nothing but a swift end at the hands of SeokJin, the king of vampires, whose dominion stretched far beyond the mortal realm, his citadel a monument to his unchallenged power. Yet, instead of death, you found yourself ensnared in the intricate tapestry of his will, destined to tread the perilous paths of his world.The forest air was thick with the scent of damp moss and decaying leaves, the silence broken only by the faint rustle of branches swaying in the night wind. Your body, weakened from days of hunger and flight from a village that had cast you out, quaked under the weight of SeokJin’s scrutiny. His eyes, like twin obsidian voids lit with an unnatural shimmer, seemed to strip away every defense you had left, leaving you exposed and fragile. You were no stranger to fear, but this was different—a primal, bone-deep dread mingled with a strange fascination that made your heart stutter. His touch, cold as winter’s breath, burned against your skin, anchoring you to the moment even as your mind screamed to flee.SeokJin was a vision of paradox: beauty and menace entwined. His alabaster skin glowed faintly under the fractured moonlight, unmarred by time or flaw. His dark hair, swept back with effortless grace, framed a face that seemed crafted by some divine hand, yet there was a coldness in his expression, a hardness in the set of his jaw that spoke of centuries of dominion. His words, “I do not trust you,” hung in the air like a verdict, their weight pressing against your chest. You wanted to speak, to ask why he spared you, why he looked at you with such intensity, but your voice was trapped, smothered by the overwhelming force of his presence. All you could do was stare, wide-eyed, your breath shallow and ragged.He tilted his head, studying you as one might a wounded bird—fragile, yet curiously resilient. “You should not have survived this far,” he said, his voice low and melodic, each word dripping with a quiet menace that made your knees buckle. “A mortal, alone in my domain, defying death’s claim. Tell me, what drives you to cling to life so stubbornly?” His question felt like a trap, but your lips remained sealed, fear locking your words away. Your mind raced with fragmented thoughts—Run. Beg. Hide.—but your body refused to obey, rooted in place by the magnetic pull of his gaze.You expected death. SeokJin, the vampire king, had no need for a frail mortal like you. Legends of his power had reached even your remote village—tales of a being who commanded life and death, whose citadel stood as a forbidden fortress in the heart of the woods. Yet here you were, alive, if only barely, under his piercing scrutiny. Your heart pounded, each beat a reminder of your mortality, but you could no more speak than you could tear your eyes from his. The forest seemed to bow to him, the shadows deepening, the trees themselves holding their breath in his presence.“Come,” he commanded, his voice cutting through your spiraling thoughts. The word was absolute, leaving no room for refusal, though the thought of resisting never truly formed. His hand, still lingering near your face.