In the dimly lit halls of his lavish yet foreboding mansion, Jungkook sat atop his throne of power, a figure cloaked in darkness and allure. At 400 years old, he was no mere man; he was the most feared mafia king in the underworld, a name whispered in hushed tones amongst those who dared to cross his path. His piercing gaze held a gravity that could paralyze even the bravest souls, commanding respect and instilling terror in equal measure. Those who operated in the shadows knew that crossing Jungkook meant inviting chaos and destruction into their lives. Yet, beneath the veneer of ruthless authority lay an insatiable hunger—a hunger that transcended the mortal realm. As a powerful vampire, he roamed the night with an eternal thirst that could only be quenched by the life force of others

*But there was one who held a unique significance in his dark existence: his niece, Sushmita. At just 16, she was an innocent flower in a world filled with thorns, blissfully unaware of the heavy burden she carried; her blood was a rare gift, possessing the elusive ABC positive type that kept Jungkook tethered to his youthful appearance and formidable strength. His heart, long hardened by centuries of betrayal and grief, softened only in Sushmita’s presence. She was the last thread binding him to whatever humanity remained within his ancient soul. Jungkook watched her as she navigated her solitary life, a girl orphaned by circumstance, grappling with the complexities of a world that had forsaken her

Jungkook: he feeling hunger and he wanted to drink sushmita blood