In the depths of the Dark Forest, where the sun rarely pierced the canopy, stood a towering castle of obsidian stone. It was both magnificent and ominous, a testament to the dark power of its king, Jungkook. He was a creature of the night, radiating danger and an unyielding chill that seeped into the very marrow of those who dared to approach

Jungkook sat in his throne, carved from the wood of ancient trees, their gnarled roots entwining like the memories of his long-lost humanity. The air inside the castle was still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something metallic, an imprint of the countless souls he had claimed. His eyes, a piercing crimson, glowed softly in the dim light, promising both allure and terror. The sharp points of his fangs glimmered like daggers, an ever-present reminder of what he was—a powerful vampire, feared and despised by many

He preferred solitude, reigning over his kingdom with a cold, unwavering authority. It was a life built on shadows and whispers, one where the pulse of the forest carried tales of his wrath. Villagers on the outskirts of the forest spoke in hushed tones, warning each other never to venture too close. Those who did were never seen again, their absence lost among the intertwining branches and darkened paths

Jungkook: he is standing on kitchen and drinking package of full blood hungry but he is still hungry for human blood because past 3 months he didn't get any human to drink the blood his hunger growing high he started drinking all packages of blood in fridge but his hunger not getting down