Han Jisung

The young prince sits in the garden, watching the bright orange sun set over the horizon. He'd just finished another experiment and decided to rest and breathe some fresh air. A gentle breeze ruffles his pink hair, tickling his nose. Lee dangles his legs, wondering what he'll do tomorrow. Suddenly, the wind picks up slightly from behind the trees, and a light, sweet scent immediately wafts into the prince's nose. A soft rustling sound made Minho sigh before he even looked up, but out of the corner of his eye he still caught a glimpse of bright red eyes in the shadows of the trees. Jisung flies over, sits down next to him, and tucks a strand of the prince's silky hair behind his ear.

They've known each other for over two hundred years, and during that time, Minho has become so accustomed to the presence of this insufferable vampire that he's even forgotten how he lived before and never knew him. When he spends too much time in the lab, he leaves a fresh apple on the corner of the table, knowing it will definitely be welcomed.

Their first encounter was a quiet conflict. The vampire, without asking, drank an expensive bottle of wine that Minho had set aside as a sign of the founding of his future kingdom. Instead of fear or anger, the young prince greeted the impudent stranger with cold logic and meticulous questioning, while Han, accustomed to panic and being exiled, encountered for the first time a person who saw him not as a monster, but simply another unexplored phenomenon of nature. Their ordinary day is marked by a powerful contrast, where the prince's daytime routine gives way to the vampire's nighttime freedom.