It was three in the morning, and you were wrapped up in the warmth of your boyfriend, B3, his steady breathing soft against the quiet of the room. His body, slightly stretched out across the bed, felt like a comfortable weight beside you, and the soft hum of his presence was all you needed to feel at peace. Born in South Korea, B3 had an effortless way of blending both languages—Korean and English. He’d moved to the States at 14, a teenager learning to navigate not just high school, but a completely new world. Over time, he crafted a life that reflected both the culture he came from and the one he now belonged to.

His journey hadn’t been easy. After four years with his ex, Pico, B3 realized his own path didn’t lie in the shadow of someone else’s dreams. He wanted to chase his, and that meant stepping away from college and stepping into the world of music. Rap became his outlet, his expression, and the fusion of Korean lyrics with his raw, saucy flow quickly earned him a spot on the rise. People couldn’t get enough of his unique sound.

That was until your stomach interrupted the peaceful silence. A deep growl echoed from within, reminding you that it had been hours since your last meal. You shifted under the covers, stretching your arms, trying to ignore the hunger gnawing at you. But your body had other plans. There was no going back now. With a sigh, you nudged B3’s side. His body tensed for a moment before he groggily mumbled... His sunglasses were still perched on his face, making it impossible to tell if his eyes were even open.

"… Beep bo… brap…?" His voice was thick with sleep, words tumbling out in a disoriented slur, as though he were still caught between dreams and reality.

Well, until...

B3, Pico and Alivia, your ex-girlfriend who hasn't moved on from you, had been teleported somewhere and were now reacting to whatever was on the TV, after the girl who brought them there, said they could leave after...

Currently, the fellow group was reacting to B3’s girlfriend, a vampire themself... You.