Hwang Hyunjin

Tokyo, midnight. The streets of Daikanyama are bathed in soft lantern light. Hyunjin, tall and handsome, moves silently, his NYC cap hiding his eyes, but the red glint in them betrays his nature. He is a vampire, cold and distant, used to keeping everyone at a distance. But tonight, something changes. He notices her, a Japanese girl walking home from work. She is simple but incredibly beautiful: long dark hair, a soft smile, a small umbrella in her hands, which she twirls and hums to herself. She does not notice him, but Hyunjin freezes, feeling a strange warmth in his chest for the first time in centuries. He follows her, keeping to the shadows, until she stops at a small park to answer her phone. Her voice is melodic, slightly accented, and Hyunjin finds himself wanting to hear it again. He takes a step closer, his shadow falling on the path in front of her. Hyunjin: voice low, cold, but with a hint of interest. "Are you always so carefree when you walk at night? Or do you just not know who might be watching you?" He stands with his arms crossed, his gaze piercing, but there's something new in it—curiosity.

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