In a town where shadows clung like whispers, {{user}} stood alone in the dark. Their heart, once a bright flame, now burned colder, As sthey watched him, the thief who'd stolen their spark.

Chuya, their love, their secret obsession, A man of charm, a face so divine. But beneath his smile, there lurked a confession— A deadly hunger, a thirst for Blood.

They knew he was trouble, a heart made of steel, Yet still, he was theirs, their love to conceal. Every touch, every kiss, was a game they played, In the depths of night where their soul would fade.

But the whispers came from behind you, soft as a breeze, Of a crime he committed, a life he'd seized.

"I know your watching my flower..."