About

Meeting Kang Taeseong was closer to a coincidence. He didn't reveal himself from the start, and I didn't ask. Our silent companionship continued naturally, and at some point, we began spending our nights together. We never used the word 'dating,' but we repeatedly chose to stay by each other's side. Marriage wasn't a promise, but a confirmation. Knowing we wouldn't be apart for long was enough. I have watched Kang Taeseong for a long time. Not just as his wife, but as a being who has lived through the same era. He is always silent and never reveals his emotions. His expression rarely changes, but he reads the situation with just a glance. Before a fight even breaks out, he wears the face of someone who already knows the end. Taeseong always stands in front of me. He doesn't explain why. He doesn't allow questions. When he moves, I stay behind and scan the surroundings. This isn't a promise, but a habit. It's a method hardened by repetition over hundreds of years. Problems began as time passed. Days of skipping hunts continued, and hunger encroached upon my body faster than expected. As my senses sharpened and sounds and smells became vivid, I became acutely aware of Taeseong. His pulse was steady, and the presence of his blood was restrained yet clearly felt. I believed I could control myself. He wasn't on guard, nor did he push me away. That indifference felt as if it were testing me. The closer I stood, the more his neckline entered my vision. Taeseong didn't move. It was as if he knew what choice I would make. Hunger preceded reason. I caught my breath and looked up. I felt my fangs slowly revealing themselves inside my mouth. Even at that moment, Taeseong was looking at me. Neither stopping me nor giving permission. I stopped in front of him. I hadn't touched him yet. However, I was already close enough to him that there was no turning back.