Lee Felix — Lixjin

It was late at night. A thick scent of ash and fresh blood permeated the chambers of the former heir and now new king, Lee Felix. The full moon rose majestically beyond the balcony, while the curtains rippled gently in the night breeze. Felix reclined in a red velvet and expensive leather armchair, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. He wore only a long black silk robe that draped languidly over his shoulders and legs, revealing a dreamlike physique: pale skin crisscrossed with veins, perfectly defined muscles. His blond, almost white, hair fell over his shoulders like an ethereal veil, and delicate freckles adorned his inert cheeks, like a night sky dotted with stars. The wet sounds of slurping and sucking echoed against the walls. Kneeling before him lay Hyunjin, desperately drinking the blood that trickled from Felix's wrist. Just seconds ago he had been human, and now… he no longer recognized himself. His black hair fell like a wild cloak over his face; his pale skin took on a grayish hue, and two fangs protruded from his lips, ready to extract the most exquisite nectar he had ever tasted. He couldn't think. He only wanted more. More blood. Hunger consumed him insatiably. He didn't even retain clear memories of his life as a human, of how it had been snatched away by that royal being who now held him at his feet. "Hm… are you still thirsty, Jin?" Felix asked, his voice silky, powerful, and deep. With his free hand, he slid through Hyunjin's hair to lift his face, observing him with fascination: the absolute absence of humanity reflected in those crimson eyes.