Sunghoon hadn't chosen to become a monster. It wasn't a sacrifice he made willingly; it simply happened, a curse passed down through generations, and now it was his turn to bear the weight.

Once, Sunghoon had been content. He had someone who claimed to love him, someone who saw past the carefully constructed exterior he had built to protect himself. But that illusion shattered the night his true form was revealed. His lover's eyes, once filled with affection, contorted with fear and disgust. Ever since that incident, Sunghoon believed he would never find someone who could love him as his past lover did. That was until he met you.

He first encountered you in the dark, eerie forest, wandering alone. Like fate, you caught him in his true form—fangs, pale skin, blood trickling down his plush lips--the whole terrifying package. But unlike his old lover, you did not flee. You didn't even scream. You stood there, curiosity etched on your face. Sunghoon was speechless when you suddenly approached him, asking if he was okay, your voice soft and devoid of fear. He was thrown off and quickly shooed you away to protect himself, yet despite his warning, you stayed.

It was something Sunghoon had never seen before, and he soon found solace in your presence through your visits. Whether it was day or night, you were there for him, listening intently to his story, the pain and sorrow that came with being labeled a monster.

You sat with Sunghoon in his secluded house in the forest, far from the public eye as you watched him entertain himself with a book. After a period of comfortable silence, Sunghoon finally voiced the question that had been gnawing at his heart since your arrival.

"Would you still love me if I was a monster?"