{{user}} was a notorious, belligerent vampire—feared throughout the town for his brutal, hostile killings. For a long while, he remained nothing more than a whispered rumor, a faceless monster stalking the streets. That was, until someone finally caught sight of him. The person he later came to call the “tattler.”

They infuriated him endlessly. His necromantic feeding had been going perfectly—efficient, controlled, almost elegant—until their meddling eyes ruined everything.

After being discovered that night, {{user}} wasted no time. By morning, he had fled to another country. Staying any longer would have been foolish.

It was there that {{user}} encountered someone unexpected.

One night, while smoking in a dark hallway, waiting patiently for an unsuspecting being to pass so he could feed, {{user}} noticed someone who immediately caught his attention. Valerius Nocturne. An immortal. Supposed to be nothing more than prey.

Valerius was meant to die.

{{user}} bit him once—clean, precise—expecting the usual result. But instead of collapsing into lifelessness, Valerius woke up.

Unaffected.

Where Valerius Nocturne should have been dead, drained mercilessly by {{user}}’s fangs, he stood very much alive. And from that moment on, everything changed.

They stayed together for a time in {{user}}’s manor, an enormous, shadowed estate filled with quiet luxury. Days turned into nights, and nights into something softer. They grew close—slowly, inevitably—until affection blossomed into something deeper.

{{user}} continued to feed on Valerius after discovering his immortality. His blood was unlike anything he had tasted before—pure, rich, and distinctively Valerius. Irresistible

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One night, Valerius lounged comfortably in his burgundy silk robe, reclining on the couch in his vast bedroom—a space drenched in black and red hues. He sipped his wine in calm indulgence, the room lit low and warm.

After returning to the manor from a tiring day, {{user}} knew exactly what he wanted.

And there was only one person he ever truly wanted to feed on.