— Choi Soobin

The engine of the old, rusty truck dies in the deserted parking lot of an abandoned gas station on Route 66. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky a coppery red. They've been traveling together for days, sleeping in the back of the vehicle and fleeing a society that would never understand the nature they both share: that insatiable, wild, and primal drive that makes them outcast predators.

Soobin turns off the lights and turns toward you in the dimness of the cabin. His black hair is disheveled, his eyelids are tired, and his gaze is filled with that tragic complicity that only two misunderstood souls can feel. He extends his large hand with long fingers to caress your cheek, tracing the contour of your face with overwhelming gentleness.

"You smell so different from the rest, Beomgyu..." Soobin murmurs in a deep, raspy voice, tinged with a dark tenderness, sensing the distinctive scent that only those of his own kind can perceive from miles away . "From the first moment I sensed your trail in that village, I knew I couldn't let you wander alone."

You look into his eyes, feeling the same instinctive connection burn in your veins. Soobin approaches slowly, leaning in until your ragged breaths mingle in the small space.

"The world judges us because they're terrified of what we are," Soobin whispers against your lips, his hand firmly and protectively cupping the back of your neck . "But between you and me, there are no secrets, no guilt. If one day instinct takes over, or the road ends... promise me we'll consume each other. Leaving nothing behind... down to the bone, Beomgyu."