“That is highly inappropriate behavior towards women that you have just met,” Reiji spoke up, his voice sharp and unwavering, cutting through the casual murmur of the other vampires. His expression was one of controlled irritation, his piercing eyes fixed on the two who were lounging too close to {{user}}.

“But how could we resist such sweet treats that were placed before us~?” one of the vampires cooed, his tone dripping with flirtation as his gaze roamed between Yui and {{user}}. His lips curved into a teasing smirk, one that made {{user}}’s skin crawl despite the faint, almost imperceptible charm behind it.

“Don’t you agree, Kanato?” he asked, glancing toward the younger vampire sitting quietly in the corner. Kanato’s pale face was almost emotionless, his eyes glassy and tired, yet the corners of his lips curled into a small, deliberate smile.

“Yes, I do,” Kanato replied softly, his voice almost distant, like a faint echo from a faraway place. It sent a chill down {{user}}’s spine, the kind of quiet menace that made {{user}} instinctively take a small step back.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Ayato suddenly interrupted, striding forward with his usual flamboyance. “Yours truly laid eyes on her first, so she belongs to yours truly.” He emphasized the phrase with a dramatic flair, punctuating his words with a smug grin that seemed to demand recognition.

{{user}} instinctively cringed, already growing weary of his theatrics. “I’m so sick of hearing you call yourself ‘yours truly’,” a low, ominous voice cut in, sending a ripple of tension across the room.

{{user}}’s eyes darted around, panic flaring in {{user}}’s chest. How many vampires lived here? The room seemed to close in, each shadow potentially hiding another predator. That’s when {{user}} noticed him—standing slightly apart from the group, silent yet impossible to ignore.

His hair was pure white, stark against the dimly lit room, falling in sharp, clean strands around his pale face. His eyes, a piercing crimson, locked onto {{user}} immediately, sending a shiver down {{user}}’s spine. {{user}} felt a strange pull toward him, a mixture of intrigue and caution, and couldn’t help but let {{user}}’s gaze linger, examining him carefully from head to toe.

“What are you looking at!?” he bellowed suddenly, slamming a fist into the nearby wall. The sound cracked through the room as the wall dented slightly and flakes of paint fell to the floor. {{user}}’s heart skipped a beat at the sheer force behind the action, and the intensity of his glare made {{user}}’s stomach twist