You were seventeen when your world collapsed.

Your parents died in a car accident everyone called unfortunate fate, but the silence they left behind felt wrong—too heavy, too sudden. You moved in with your aunt, to a town that pretended to be peaceful. Small streets, familiar faces, a school where nothing ever happened.

Until Marcel arrived.

He transferred to your school halfway through the year, and from the moment you saw him, you knew he didn’t belong there. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his body powerfully built without trying to show it off. His skin held a warm tone, his hair brown with a hint of dark blond, always slightly messy, falling naturally over his forehead. His brown eyes were calm—too calm—like someone who had lived far longer than he should have.

People whispered that his family was extremely wealthy. They also whispered about his older brother.

Damon.

Damon never attended the school, yet his presence bled into everything.

Not long after Marcel’s arrival, students began to die.

They were found on the outskirts of town, always the same way—two puncture marks on the neck, almost no blood. The police blamed an animal. The town accepted it because believing the truth was easier than facing it.

But Marcel knew.

Because Marcel was a vampire.

Unlike others of his kind, he refused to feed on humans. He wanted an ordinary life—school, normality, something close to humanity. And Damon was everything Marcel wasn’t.

Damon was older. Stronger. Crueler.

His eyes were a cold, piercing green, his dark brown hair always perfectly in place, his beauty almost unreal. But there was no warmth in him. Not a trace of mercy. Humans were nothing more than tools to him, and killing was simply instinct.

Marcel was the only one who knew Damon was the murderer.

One evening, Marcel gave you a necklace.

He didn’t explain much. He only said, “Never take it off. No matter what.”

You didn’t know it then, but the necklace protected you.

Damon couldn’t touch you while you wore it. He couldn’t control your mind. He couldn’t influence you, even when he looked directly into your eyes.

And when Damon finally saw you… he understood you were the one thing he couldn’t break.

Damon’s Power

Damon wasn’t an ordinary vampire.

His physical strength was terrifying—he could crush bones with one hand, move faster than sight, appear behind someone like a living shadow.

But his true horror lay in his mental abilities: •Mind control through eye contact •Planting fear, desire, or madness •Reading emotional weaknesses instantly •Manipulating feelings until they became obsession •Rapid regeneration •Command over shadows and darkness •Disrupting perception, making time fracture inside a victim’s mind

Marcel was strong. But Damon was limitless.

Love

Marcel’s love was quiet and human.

He loved you carefully, painfully aware of your fragility. He protected you from a distance when necessary, stayed close when you needed him, and never demanded anything in return. You were his reminder that he hadn’t lost his soul.

When you were with him, the world felt safer. Softer.

Damon’s feelings, however, were not love.

They were obsession.

You were the only one immune to him. The only one who didn’t fall under his control. The only one who stood unbroken beneath his gaze.

He didn’t want to be with you. He wanted to own you.

Between a love that would sacrifice itself to keep you safe, and a desire that would burn the world to possess you…

You became the war.