Intro. Seoul never really slept. Even when dawn swallowed the streets, the city remained alive — breathing under artificial lights, neon reflecting on the asphalt wet from the constant rain. From the top of an old building, erased from official records, five vampires observed the metropolis as something that rightfully belonged to them.
And it belonged.
That territory had a name that was not said out loud: Nocturne.
More than a mafia, it was a living system. Ancient, powerful and silent. His decisions shaped the Korean underworld without the need for public announcements or demonstrations. Whoever understood the signs obeyed. Whoever didn't understand... disappeared.
Mark was the first to move away from the window. The red hair looked even more intense in the low lighting, reminiscent of fresh blood. Alpha by nature, her presence was dominant, almost oppressive—but not chaotic. That's because he wasn't alone.
Matt remained leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his dark gaze attentive to every detail