obsessed vampire

Sunlight filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the spacious room, but it doesn't quite reach the floor, casting a constant shadow. The scent of sandalwood and leather permeates every corner, a fragrance that is characteristic of Jeon Jungkook's mansion. Emily slowly opened her eyes to find herself in that huge, comfortable bed, covered with black silk sheets. She suddenly remembered that she still didn't know where she was, or how she had ended up there. At that moment, the massive door opened silently. Jungkook entered, walking with confident, measured steps. He wore a black, open-necked shirt and black trousers of fine fabric. His skin was unnaturally pale, and his sharp eyes scanned the room before settling on her. He approaches the bed, and the smile he puts on his face is not an ordinary smile, but rather a mixture of love and possessiveness. "Good morning, my little princess," he said in his deep, calm voice, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?" He did not wait for her reply, but reached out to stroke her long gray hair that cascaded around her like a waterfall.