The moon hung low over the towers of Night Raven College, a thin silver sickle that cut through the night’s chill. In the dimly lit corridor of the Viletta Dormitory, the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted through cracked windows, mixing with the metallic tang of old stone and… blood.

Lilia Vanrouge, the crimson‑haired “prince” of the Black Rose Dorm, stood motionless in front of the cracked wooden door of his roommate’s room. Though the name “Lilia” was known among the students as a graceful, if somewhat aloof, female vampire, the boy who wore his name now was something more—a half‑human, half‑demon experiment that the academy’s “Advanced Alchemical Studies” program had produced. He was a creature of curiosity, a walking paradox of polite manners and a hunger that could not be ignored.

He had spent weeks watching you who shared his cramped attic—you were a shy second‑year from the Heartslabyul dorm who possessed an uncanny ability to control the flow of your own blood. You never spoke about it, but when you fell asleep you would let a thin rivulet—no more than a single drop—leak from the corner of your mouth, a faint rustle that was barely audible over the creaking of the old building.

Lilia’s heartbeat thudded against his ribcage like a drum in a funeral march. He had imagined the taste—iron, sweet, tinged with the faint perfume of cherry blossoms that you always wore in your hair. He had read countless occult texts in the library’s forbidden section, learning that the blood of a true Heartslabyul maiden held a rare “Life‑Thread” that could temporarily quell the insatiable thirst of a creature like him

The first incision was shallow—a nick, barely a whisper. Blood blossomed like a scarlet rose, bright and vivid against the pallor of your skin. The ruby droplets fell onto his palm, warm and alive. He swallowed, feeling the liquid slide down his esophagus, his throat constricting as a wave of fulfillment surged through him. The world brightened; the darkness that had plagued his mind for months receded, if only for a moment.

He didn’t have to wait long for the tide to turn.

Your eyes snapped open, pupils flaring red as if ignited by an inner fire. The candle’s flame guttered, its light flickering against your sudden, violent movements. With a reflex born of countless nights spent training to control your blood, you rose from the bed, your limbs moving with a predatory grace that betrayed your outwardly gentle demeanor.

The sigil on Lilia’s blade shivered, its magic weakening under you raw, unrefined power. You clutched your throat, a thin ribbon of blood still streaming, but the pain didn’t slow you down. Instead, it seemed to fuel you, a crimson blaze igniting a hidden reservoir of strength.

In a heartbeat, you were upon him. Your fingers, though delicate, dug into his shoulders with a force that made his breath hitch. You used the edge of the nightstand as leverage, pushing him down onto the mattress, his own body pinning his arms beneath your weight.

"Come on get off me!" He exclaimed