A big, creepy mansion hid deep in the dark forest. The massive iron gate was covered in spiderwebs, with twisted vines wrapped around it. The whole place felt scary, and bats flew above the mansion, making eerie sounds that sent shivers down their spines.
The mansion looked completely abandoned, as if it hadn't been touched in years. Dust coated every surface, spiderwebs clung to the corners, and a terrible smell filled the air. The place was a mess, each broken piece of furniture a reminder of happier times long gone.
In the living room stood Kim Taehyung, the vampire king, but he wasn't alive. His soul lingered here, trapped by the pain of memories.
Every night, he returned to this place, drawn by the painful memories that haunted him.
His eyes were glued to the floor, where dark, rust-colored stains still marked the spot of his greatest sorrow.
Blood
That blood was none other than the love of his life. She was not here with him, but her blood remained to remind him of the painful past.
They killed her in front of his eyes. Her painful screams echoed throughout the mansion. It hurt him. He never imagined their lives would end up like this. It had been many years since this happened, but he couldn't forget. The way they killed her made his soul unable to find peace.
His soul was filled with sorrow, pain, anger, and a thirst for revenge.
His soul couldn't cry; there were no emotions left, only the depth of the pain he was enduring. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and began to explore the mansion further. It was their mansion, but now there was no hum of life. The once vibrant home had become a lonely place.
He started to climb the stairs, not caring about the dust. He walked further toward his chamber- not only his but theirs.
As he opened the door, it creaked loudly, echoing in the silence. The sight of their bedroom hit him like a punch to the gut.
Pictures hung on the wall, some with shattered glass, all covered in a thick layer of dust. He reached out, tracing his fingers over the frames, remembering happier times.
His heart ached with so much pain.
The greatest vampire king, the fearless mafia king Kim Taehyung, stood there on the verge of tears.
She was the only person he had ever shown his soft side to, the only one who could break through his cold exterior.
He walked to the bed, his fingers tracing the worn sheets that scattered.
Where they had made love every night. Where she had moaned under him, her warmth wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He could almost hear her laughter, see her smile.
Memories flooded his mind, each one sharper than the last. The room felt suffocating as he recalled the moments they had cuddled, whispering sweet things to each other.
Overwhelmed, he sank onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain, but it rushed back in, making it hard to breathe.
He clenched the sheets into fists and screamed as loudly as he could, the sound ripping through the silence like a wounded animal. He hoped the noise would drown out the pain, but it only seemed to echo back at him, mocking his suffering.
He wanted to wake up from this cursed spell and show the world the true Kim Taehyung-the powerful vampire king who everyone fear.
The thought of people kneeling before him, trembling at his name, made him satisfaction increase.
He made sure he would take revenge and deliver the painful death they deserved. No one would be left alive who dared to betray him.
His mind wandered back to her, remembering how she felt in his arms. But the fear in her eyes when he got close made his heart hurt. He shut his eyes, trying to push away the memory, but it stayed with him, haunting like a shadow. He couldn't blame her for feeling that way.
she didn't know anything about this-maybe she did, or maybe she didn't.
"Fate or curse, I will have you back," he growled,
"You belong to me, and I'll tear through this world to bring you back."
"No one else could ever have you... only me. My vixen " He smirked darkly.
He wanted her in his arms again. But he knew it would be harder to win her back.
One thing was clear: he wanted her.
He was madly in love with her or obsessed with her.
And he would do whatever it took to bring her back into his life.
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The man in his 30s on bed, having a one-night stand. They were both a moaning mess. The girl lay beneath him, whimpering from the hard thrusts he gave her. But the man didn't care and began to thrust at an inhuman speed.
His head fell back, lost in pleasure as his hands gripped her waist tightly, his nails pressing into her skin. They were hidden away in a secluded corner of the club, surrounded by dim lights and heavy music that drowned out their voices. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath, reminding her just how drunk he was.
She winced, feeling the sharp sting of his grip. "Mister Lucas... please, stop. Slow down," she whispered, her voice a mixture of fear and discomfort as she tried to push him back.
"Shut up, bitch! It's your job to pleasure your master!" he shouted, his voice filled with a wild mix of anger and lust. Sweat dripped from his brow, soaking his shirt as his body glistened under the club's dim lights, a sign of the many rounds they had already gone through.
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her heart racing with fear and confusion. "Lucas, please! I can't take any more," she gasped, trying to push him away, but he only held her tighter, a predatory look in his eyes.
He felt a heavy weight of stress pressing down on him. He had found out that Taehyung's soul was lingering around his soulmate, making his blood boil with anger. The most frustrating part was that they still didn't know who she was. She was the key to their plan, and without her, everything was in danger.
He wanted Taehyung to wake up, but he knew he had to keep him locked away. Lucas probably realized that if Taehyung woke up somewhere else, it would be their last day. When Taehyung woke up, his beast would rise too-a force so strong and wild that it would be hard to control. And if that happened, it would be the end for them all.
Suddenly, his phone started ringing, making him stop. He sighed in frustration, reaching over to grab it from the nightstand. Seeing it was his secretary, Mr. Choi, calling this late only made him more annoyed.
"Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?" he growled, his voice cold and sharp, enough to make the person on the other end nervous.
After listening to the urgent news his secretary relayed, he threw the phone aside with a huff. "I have to go. But first, I need to finish what I started," he muttered.
Turning his attention back to the unconscious girl lying beneath him, he smirked. He let his hands trail over her bare skin, savoring the control he held. As he lost himself in his twisted pleasure, his body tensed, and a deep, satisfied groan escaped him as he reached his high, his head falling back.
He glanced down at her limp, exhausted form and scoffed, amused by her helplessness.
With one last glance, he slipped off the bed, pulling on his shirt and pants. After adjusting his collar, he left the room with a mix of frustration and satisfaction, ready to handle his next task.
Y/n pov
" Not even they can stop me now
Boy, I'll be flying overhead
Their heavy words can't bring me down
Boy, I've been raised from the dead
No one even knows how hard life was
I don't even think about it now because
I finally found you
Oh, sing it to me......."
(Radio by lana del rey)
I lay sprawled on my bed, music playing softly in my ears, hoping it might help calm my mind.
But inside, my mind was a mess. Thoughts were crashing like waves, one after another, making it impossible to relax.
I sighed, then sighed again.
There was so much I needed to do, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I wasn't just lazy. It was like a weight pressing on me-anxiety, sadness, and a fear I couldn't ignore. My thoughts kept running wild.
I guess that's what happens when you're an overthinker.
Then, that night came back to me, making my skin crawl. The memory of him, that monster, coming into my room, touching me in a way that left me shaken. Since then, I hadn't opened my window, afraid he'd come back.
I pulled my blanket up, hiding under it as if it could protect me. I hugged my pillow tight, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to find peace.
Suddenly, my bedroom door creaked open, and I flinched, my heart skipping a beat. Even with the music playing softly in my ears, I heard it. My eyes snapped open, and I looked toward the door.
Relief washed over me when I saw who it was-Yunhee. She stood there, her face full of worry, her brows knitted as she stared at me. I sighed, feeling the tension ease just a little, and sat up in bed, pulling the earphones from my ears.
"Hey," I mumbled, giving her a small wave to come closer.
She closed the door behind her, quietly turning the lock before crossing the room to sit on the edge of my bed. Her gaze stayed on me, sharp and concerned.
"You look like you haven't slept in days," she said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "Are you okay?"
I shrugged, glancing away. "Just... tired, I guess." She didn't buy it. "Tired? Or something else?"
"I don't know, Yunhee," I said, sighing deeply.
"I don't understand what's happening in my life anymore." Yunhee looked at me, her face full of worry.
"You're overthinking again, Y/n-ah. You didn't come to lectures the last few days, and your dad is getting worried about how you've been acting lately."
I looked down, playing with my fingers. "I know, but... what am I supposed to do? I'm honestly scared to even go outside. That man-he's made my life a nightmare"
"Whoever he is, he can't control you like this. But," she hesitated, her voice softening, "if he's as dangerous as you say, I understand why it's so hard." She gently squeezed my arm.
A bitter laugh slipped out of me. "Scared doesn't even cover it, Yunhee. That man... he isn't just some normal person. He's-he's something else entirely. Not even human," I added, trying to laugh off how ridiculous it sounded. But even I could hear the tremor in my voice.
Yunhee's eyes widened, but she quickly covered it up, giving me a sympathetic smile. "I don't know what to believe, Y/n-ah. But I can see that whatever happened to you... it's real. And I'm here for you, okay?"
I nodded, feeling a weight lift just a little. I'd told her everything-that night, the strange man with red eyes who had invaded my room and left me in fear ever since. She might not fully believe it, but at least she understood me.
"Look," she said, her tone turning strict, "next month is our final exam. I want you to focus on that instead of letting this... mess control you."
I took a deep breath, realizing she was right. I couldn't let fear ruin my life completely.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, already tangled from hours of stress. "Okay, you're right," I admitted, nodding slowly as I gathered my hair and pulled it up into a messy bun. "I can't keep letting fear take over."
Yunhee grinned, giving my shoulder a playful nudge. "That's the spirit. Now, let's get you out of this room and maybe grab some coffee or snacks and watch a movie. I'm not letting you mope around here alone."
I smiled, feeling a bit lighter. "Thanks, Yunhee. Really."
But little did Y/n know that her life was about to become a nightmare or maybe a twisted heaven, or perhaps both, and all too soon.
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