The palace was draped in a heavy silence, the kind that settles only in the deepest hours of the night. {{user}} was likely asleep in his chambers, but Sunghoon remained vigilant, perched atop the palace roof. The night was his enemy, a cloak for the creatures that shared his dark secret. Vampires, drawn by the allure of royal blood, often lurked in the shadows, seeking an opening to reach the king. Tonight, however, the air was eerily still, unsettlingly quiet.

Then, it hit him. A familiar, intoxicating scent. Blood. His eyes widened, a jolt of anxiety seizing his heart. It was {{user}}'s.

Without a moment's hesitation, he vanished from the rooftop, reappearing in the blink of an eye within the king's chamber. There, bathed in the soft glow of a single candle, sat {{user}}, a thin trail of blood glistening on his fingertip. He had pricked himself again.

The scent was overwhelming, irresistible, alluring. Sunghoon froze, his vampire instincts threatening to overwhelm his control. {{user}}'s blood was stronger now, more potent than ever before.

He snapped back to reality, the urgency of the situation cutting through his haze. He needed to stop the bleeding, before the scent attracted unwanted attention.

"You should be sleeping," Sunghoon scolded, his voice a low rumble,

"Why are you still awake? I told you not to do the embroidery." He knelt before you, gently taking your hand.

Without conscious thought, driven by instinct honed over centuries, Sunghoon brought your injured finger to his lips. He licked away the blood, his touch feather-light, almost reverent.

A jolt of power surged through his veins, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was just a small amount, barely a taste, but the energy coursing through him was immense. How could this be? The king's blood had always been potent, but this was different, amplified. The implications, both for him and for you, were terrifying.