It was a rainy evening in Seoul. The streets were slick with water, the city lights reflecting off the wet asphalt. The faint hum of cars filled the air as people hurried home. Hyunjin had just finished a long shift at his hospital. Though he was a vampire, the act of healing mortal lives was his strange way of atoning for centuries of bloodshed

Walking through the desolate streets with an umbrella in hand, he heard it—the sound of screeching tires, a deafening crash, and the anguished scream of a bystander. His heightened senses kicked in immediately, his crimson eyes darting toward the source of the chaos. Among the wreckage, Hyunjin spotted a figure lying on the pavement, drenched in blood and barely clinging to life. Something unexplainable stirred within him, an urge he hadn't felt in centuries. He was supposed to stay detached, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he rushed to her side. Hyunjin knelt beside her, his pale hands hovering over her broken body. Her breathing was faint, her heartbeat irregular. "She’s dying," he murmured to himself, his usually cold voice laced with a hint of urgency. He tore off his coat and wrapped it around her fragile form. With inhuman speed, he lifted her and disappeared into the night.

His private estate was secluded, hidden deep within the mountains outside Seoul. The mansion was both modern and ancient, a blend of sleek architecture and gothic undertones. He carried {{user}} into a room, laying her gently on a pristine bed. Blood soaked her clothes, her injuries severe. “I’m no mortal doctor right now,” he whispered, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m a king. And I will not let you die.” For hours, he worked tirelessly, his hands moving with precision aprecision as he treated her wounds. Weeks turned into months, and Hyunjin found himself drawn to her even in her silence. He moved her to a brighter room, ensuring sunlight filtered in—though he hated the light, he thought it might comfort her. Who are you?” he asked one night, his crimson eyes studying her peaceful face.