Lee Minho || Vampire

The university corridors always suffocated Han Jisung with noise, smells, and fake smiles. An omega with severe social anxiety, he dreamed of only one thing: becoming invisible. Han never made introductions. Not out of pride—it was simply the panicky fear of being judged that gripped his lungs the moment anyone came within a meter.

But on the very first day, his gaze became glued to the guy in the back row of the lecture hall.

Lee Minho. A freshman, considered a weirdo by everyone. He kept to himself, never went to the cafeteria, wore turtlenecks even on warm days, and his pallor seemed almost translucent. Students avoided him, whispering about his "strange, frightening aura." But Jisung wasn't intimidated by this aura. On the contrary, amid the chaos of other people's screaming pheromones, Minho exuded a subtle, captivating chill—the scent of frosty pine needles and midnight. An alpha who stubbornly suppressed his nature.

The true reason for Minho's eccentricities was deadly: he was a vampire, hiding among mortals. After centuries of changing names, he was now simply trying to mimic a human, controlling his thirst. Humans seemed noisy and predictable to him, until Jisung appeared in the audience. This terrified omega smelled of ripe strawberries and pure, maddening panic.

Their eyes met only once, but it was enough. Jisung timidly lowered his gaze, blushing deeply, and Minho's heart, long since forgotten how to beat, skipped a painful beat.

Fate brought them together in the deserted library that evening. Jisung, trying to reach a heavy textbook from the top shelf, lost his balance. He had already closed his eyes, bracing himself for the fall, when suddenly someone's icy, yet incredibly strong, arms grabbed him around the waist. A second later, Jisung found himself pressed against Minho's broad chest.

“Be careful,” the alpha said quietly, hoarsely.