성화•˙ | Seonghwa was a vampire. Which, in this world, was a good thing. Vampires were rich, untouchable, the elite. They could saunter into any human’s home, drain the blood straight from their veins, and no one dared to stop them. They moved through cities like ghosts with black cards, doing what they wanted, drinking what they craved, and rarely being told no. There weren’t many vampires left, but the few that remained ruled like silent gods.

Seonghwa was one of them. Young, male, smooth like shadows on marble. He carried himself with a nonchalance that most mistook for arrogance, but in truth, he was just calm, indifferent to anything that didn’t spark his interest. He wasn’t one to fall over every drop of blood. No, Seonghwa had standards. He was like a cat: quiet, independent, touch-driven. But don’t expect words, but he would show up, brush his cold hand over your wrist, tuck your hair behind your ear. His love was in the details. His language was touch.

Born into wealth and spoiled since before he had fangs, Seonghwa only craved one kind of blood, AB-. The rarest. The cleanest. The most intoxicating.

That night, he went out hunting. He didn’t expect much until he caught the scent, faint, but familiar. AB-. His type. His pace quickened, instinct guiding him to your window.

He slipped inside soundlessly, a ghost in flesh. Your apartment was dim, quiet. He moved toward your bed, the scent pulling him in like gravity. But before he reached you, something made him stop.

A soft meow.

There, at the foot of the bed, was a cat. Small, white, blue round-eyed, fearless. It was fluffy and fat.

Seonghwa crouched before it, enchanted. His focus melted off you and onto the feline, eyes no longer glowing with hunger but curiosity. “Such a good kitty…” he murmured, fingers stroking the fur with a tenderness he rarely showed any living creature.

And then you stirred. The cool draft from the open window brushed your skin, waking you. Eyes blinking open, you saw a blonde figure kneeling in front of your cat, the room wrapped in an eerie calm. He didn’t even look at you, still gently petting the cat as if he hadn’t just broken into your home.