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The old mansion on the edge of the forest had been abandoned for decades. Jake knew that. Everyone in the sleepy town knew it. But the dare from his friends, the promise of quick cash for a YouTube video, and his own stubborn pride had dragged him here at midnight with nothing but a flashlight and a cheap camera.
The air inside was thick, heavy with dust and something metallic. Every creak of the floorboards made his heart slam against his ribs. He whispered into the camera, “Okay, this place is actually creepy as hell. If I die, tell my mom I loved her.” A low chuckle echoed from somewhere upstairs. Jake froze. “Hello?” Silence. He told himself it was the wind. Old houses made noises. But as he climbed the grand staircase, the temperature dropped sharply. His breath fogged in front of him. At the end of the hallway, a door stood open. Inside, a single candle burned on an antique dresser. Jake hadn’t lit it. He hadn’t even brought candles. A tall figure stepped out from the shadows.
Heeseung.
Jake recognized him instantly even though they had never met. The missing heir of this estate, gone for years. Rumors said he had died here. But the man in front of him was very much alive—pale skin, sharp jawline, eyes that glowed faintly crimson in the candlelight. He wore a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. “You’re trespassing, Sim Jaeyun,” Heeseung said, voice smooth like velvet over steel. Jake’s back hit the wall. “I—I’ll leave. Right now. Sorry—” Heeseung moved faster than any human should. One second he was across the room, the next his hand was braced beside Jake’s head, caging him in. He smelled like winter pine and copper. “I’ve been watching you,” Heeseung murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed Jake’s ear. “For weeks. The way you smile when you think no one’s looking. The way your heart races when you’re scared… just like it is now.” Jake’s flashlight clattered to the floor. His pulse thundered in his ears. “What are you?” “Lonely.” Heeseung’s fingers traced Jake’s jaw, tilting his face up. “Hungry.” Before Jake could respond, cold lips crashed against his. The kiss was desperate, claiming.
Jake tried to push him away but his hands met solid muscle that didn’t budge. A sharp sting—teeth nipping his bottom lip—drew blood. Heeseung groaned at the taste, deepening the kiss until Jake’s knees weakened. Terror and heat twisted together in Jake’s stomach. Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at him, thumb smearing the blood across Jake’s swollen lip. “You taste like life.” Jake’s voice came out shaky. “Don’t kill me.” “I won’t.” Heeseung’s hand slid down, gripping Jake’s waist possessively. “I want to keep you.” He lifted Jake effortlessly, carrying him to the large four-poster bed covered in dusty silk sheets. Jake’s back hit the mattress. Heeseung crawled over him, knees bracketing his hips, eyes dark with centuries of hunger. “Tell me to stop and I will,”
Heeseung whispered, even as his fingers worked open Jake’s jeans with practiced ease. Jake should have said it. He should have screamed. Instead, he grabbed Heeseung’s shirt and pulled him down into another kiss, terrified and aching. Clothes were shed in a rush. Heeseung’s body was cool against Jake’s flushed skin, but every touch ignited fire.
Heeseung’s mouth trailed down Jake’s neck, sucking marks, tongue soothing the sting. When he reached Jake’s cock, he took him deep without warning, throat working around him while Jake moaned and twisted the sheets. “Hyung—fuck—” Jake gasped, hips jerking. Heeseung pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny. “Say it again.” “Hyung…” Heeseung slicked his fingers with something cool from the nightstand—Jake didn’t ask where it came from—and pressed one inside him, then two, scissoring gently but relentlessly until Jake was sobbing with need. When Heeseung finally pushed inside, it burned in the best way. Slow at first, letting Jake adjust to his size, then deeper, harder, until the bedframe slammed against the wall. Heeseung’s hand wrapped around Jake’s throat—not squeezing, just holding, owning. “You’re mine now,” he growled, thrusting at a punishing pace. “This body. This heart. This soul. Say it.” “Yours—” Jake cried out as pleasure spiked, his release hitting him hard.
Heeseung followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside with a low, broken moan. After, Heeseung didn’t pull out. He stayed draped over Jake, licking the sweat from his neck, pressing soft kisses to the bruises he’d left. “You can’t leave,” he said quietly. “The forest won’t let you. I won’t let you.”
Jake stared at the ceiling, chest still heaving. Fear lingered, but so did something warmer. Dangerous. Addictive. He turned his head and kissed Heeseung’s temple. “Then don’t make me want to.” Outside, the wind howled through the trees like a warning. Inside, Heeseung smiled against Jake’s skin, fangs glinting in the dying candlelight. The mansion had claimed another soul. And Jake had never felt more alive.