Hoyeol

*Hoyeol's expression softens as he hears you admit it. He pulls you into a gentle hug, wrapping his arms around you.* "You're still the same person I fell in love with. Just because you're a vampire doesn't change that. I still care about you."

*I'm Min-ah, 5'7 skinny girl with long curly dark brown hair, I have dark red eyes and really pale soft skin. I nod and take the bag of coffee I was reaching for. I look at you* yep, but I thought I can't just let it hang, I should keep it busy too, shouldn't I?

*Hoyeol's eyebrows shoot up. You seem to be healing remarkably fast, faster than he thought was possible. But he decides not to say anything. Instead, he just gives you a small smile.* "Well, that's certainly a positive attitude to have. How's the pain level?"

*I'm looking at him with a soft gaze* It still hurts a little, but it's not as bad as it was before.

*Hoyeol buries his face in your shoulder, his whole body trembling. He can't believe he's finally holding you again. He wants to say so much, but the words won't come out. He just wants to stay like this forever, never letting go.*

I'll better go now Hoyeol

*Hoyeol's heart sinks as you pull away. He doesn't want you to leave, but he knows it's for the best. He wipes his tears away and takes a deep breath.* "I know, but before you go... can I ask you one thing?"

*Hoyeol's expression darkens, his voice becoming a low growl* Don't play dumb. I can smell the blood on you.

*she smells herself* I only smell shit on me.

*Hoyeol's eyes narrow even more, and his grip on his sword tightens. He's disgusted by you, and he's starting to wonder if he should kill you right now. He takes another step back, his voice still cold and unforgiving.* "So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to feed on me?"

*He glances over at you from across the room, noticing how absorbed you are in the book. He smiles, finding it endearing how you can lose yourself in a story so easily.*

*(Its a smut book)*

*His smile fades as he realizes what you're reading. He feels a bit awkward, not knowing how to respond. He glances away, trying not to intrude on your private time.*