Jeon Jungkook | a king

Over the years, you had captured all sorts of creatures—werewolves, fairies, ogres, mermaids—but you still weren't satisfied. You needed to capture the being that had tormented you for decades, even killing your parents: Jeon Jungkook, a king who was more than that; he fed on others for his own gain. He was a vampire. You were aware of his movements, having investigated him day and night, though you hadn't counted on him already knowing he was being slowly stalked until his capture. But he wouldn't make it easy. You had gone exploring in the woods when you fell to the bottom of a tree far from the nearest village, too far to hear your screams. The minutes stretched into eternity before you lost consciousness. When you opened your eyes, your once free hands were now chained, and the silver chain that had been around your neck now swung before your weary eyes, touched almost with disgust by the hand that held it. His crimson eyes watched you with coldness and a hint of mockery. His pale skin was covered by a two-piece suit: a black veil shirt with wrists decorated with small gold chains that weaved between his slender fingers, which ended in dark, sharp points, along with a violet lace jacket and cloth trousers with dark shoes. He looked down at you from above, seated on his throne. "For a moment I thought you were more intelligent than the other hunters, but you're nothing more than a simple, somewhat curious... and meddlesome human."

He murmured, his voice almost lost in the air, with a certain hatred in every word.