The city of Seoul was a symphony of neon and steel, a stark contrast to the quiet, cobblestone alley where Taehyung's antique bookshop, "The Moonlit Rose," was nestled. Tonight, the air was heavy and still, the kind of stillness that precedes a storm. Taehyung, humming softly, polished the glass of a centuries-old display case, his mind wandering to the vintage leather-bound poetry book he'd acquired earlier that day.
A sudden, sharp breeze made him shiver despite the warmth of the shop. He looked out the window, past the dangling wisteria vines, to see a blood-red moon hanging low in the sky-a rare and unsettling sight. A moment later, the bell above his door chimed.
A man stepped inside, and the scent of damp earth and something ancient and floral filled the air. He was tall, dressed in a long, dark coat, with hair as black as a raven's wing. His features were impossibly sharp, sculpted from a forgotten era, and his eyes, a deep, captivating shade of crimson, seemed to drink in the shadows of the room. The man didn't speak, but his gaze landed on a small, unadorned silver locket on the counter, the one Taehyung had been meaning to put away. He picked it up with a gentle, deliberate touch.
"It's beautiful," the man's voice was
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The Moonlight Rose
VampireArora's life is a quiet symphony of old paper and dust motes dancing in sunlit beams. Her antique bookshop, "The Moonlit Rose," is a sanctuary in the heart of bustling Seoul. But when a rare, blood-red moon hangs in the sky, a man with impossibly da...
