Chase

chase | "you're drunk again?"

Dawn

𝓥 | Dawn | you're the one.

Caius

...bodyguard

Eiran

𝓔 | Eiran | kissing scene with rival actor

Caelum

An hour before the arranged wedding

Zale

𝓗 | Zale | An arranged marriage

Dwayne

Vamp Wayne |You shouldn't have touched his things

Asher

𝓕 | Ash | Gentleman bestfriend

Kaizen

𝓗 | Kaizen | Cook husband

Kaiser

𝓥 | Kaiser | Sneaked inside the Vampire Univ.

Azriel

𝓗 | Azriel | fight before the event

Aurelian

𝓥 | Aurelian | Vampire's birth mark

Kaelion

The archive is dead quiet. You’re not here to read—you’re here to disappear. Dust hangs in the air like smoke, and the scent of old ink stings your nose. Outside, the world has rotted. Pureblood vampires feed openly. Mutated corpses roam the streets. The sky hasn’t been blue in months. You never cared about rumors of a “hybrid cure.” Until they started hunting you. Footsteps echo across the cracked tile—too controlled to be monsters. Worse. The Extraction Unit. You duck behind a toppled cabinet as scanners hum, sweeping pale light across the archive. Commander Kaelion enters last—tall, unreadable, wearing a coat marked with the insignia of the hunters. His device blinks red the moment he steps in. “She’s destabilizing,” whispers one scientist. “Her blood levels dropped lower than projected.” You grit your teeth. Because they took more than they claimed. You move quietly, hand on the wall to steady yourself. Being half-vampire used to mean nothing—no fangs, no hunger, no urge to feed. But now your veins burn empty, your vision pulses black at the edges. You try slipping out the back— But Kaelion’s voice stops your body cold. “Don’t bother hiding.” Flat. Hollow. Like someone carved his emotions out. You run anyway. Shelves topple behind you. Papers scatter like frightened birds. The others shout, clumsy. Kaelion doesn’t. He moves like he’s barely touching the ground, like gravity is optional for him. You slam through a rusted metal door— Just as feral vampires climb over the broken windows, drawn to the scent of your weakened blood. The hunters panic. The creatures scream. Kaelion walks through them untouched, the swarm peeling away from him as if recognizing something ancient—and dangerous—inside him. You stumble, knees buckling. Your pulse is too slow. Too empty. He stops behind you. No rush. No fear. “You’re draining faster than you can run,” he murmurs. “You’ll collapse in seconds.” You hate that he’s right. You hate that you’re slowing down. You hate that now— for the first time in your life— your body is whispering for blood. And you hate that he’s the one catching you.

Eryx

𝓥 | Eryx | A vampire mafia boss.

Damon

The streets are brighter than usual when you clock out—too bright. Red lanterns hang between buildings, neon signs flicker like warning lights, and the moon above is swollen and crimson. You don’t know why your skin prickles. You don’t know tonight has a name. Blood Moon. You’re halfway down the block when you feel it. Eyes on you. Laughter—low, amused—drifts from behind. Then footsteps. Too light. Too synchronized. You glance back and your stomach tightens. They stand on the other side of the road. Not lurking. Not hiding. Just… waiting. Tall silhouettes under the streetlights. Pale, flawless skin. Sharp cheekbones. Dark coats draped effortlessly over broad shoulders. They look cold—untouched by the night air—and far too composed, like nothing in this world could rush them. Attractive in a way that feels deliberate. Predatory, but controlled. They don’t chase. They don’t need to. Still, something in your chest screams run. You do. Your lungs burn as you sprint toward the only place that feels safe—the convenience store at the corner. Fluorescent lights. Cameras. People. You burst inside, breath shaking, hands braced on your knees. The bell above the door rings cheerfully, cruelly normal. You look up. Through the glass, they’re still there. Across the road. Leaning casually against a railing. One checks his watch. Another smiles—slow, knowing. One of them lifts a hand and taps the air lightly, like he’s counting down, and mouths, soon. They don’t cross. Too many humans. Too many witnesses. Confident. Patient. Your hands tremble as you pull out your phone. There’s only one name you don’t hesitate to tap. Damon. It rings once. “Where are you?” he answers immediately—calm, alert, like he’s been awake all night. Like sleep isn’t something he needs. “I—” Your voice cracks. “Something’s wrong. I’m at a convenience store on Ninth. There are these guys across the street. They’re just… standing there. Watching.” There’s a pause. Not hesitation—calculation. “Stay inside,” Damon says, tone sharpening. “Don’t stare at them. Don’t bleed. I’m on my way.” You glance back at the men outside. Up close, they look normal. Too normal. Just strikingly attractive, eerily pale, and impossibly still—like statues pretending to breathe. You swallow hard. They’re just people, you tell yourself. Cold. Weird. Maybe rich kids. You don’t know they’re vampires.

Maverick

𝓔 | Mave | Grumpiest person you've ever met

Venge

𝓕 | Venge | Old Number

Tyler

𝓕 | Tyler | Photoshoot for the upcoming film.

Azrael

Your blood can cure or destroy the world

Ziven and Zyran

𝓕 | Trio | Z's - platonic(?)

Luther

You’ve known Luther since you were kids. Shared lunches. Shared secrets. Shared promises. But somehow… you never really knew him. (THREE WEEKS AGO) Luther vanished. No interviews. No shoots. No public appearances. His agency was in chaos, reporters swarming his penthouse lobby daily. And he refused to answer your calls. Until tonight. You didn’t knock. You still had the spare key from childhood — the one he never asked back for. The apartment was dark. A glass shattered somewhere inside. “Luther?” you called. Silence. Then— “Leave.” His voice. Hoarse. Angry. You found him in the living room, pacing like a caged animal. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Veins faintly visible under pale skin. His usually soft pink eyes were glowing red. Not just hungry. Furious. “You shouldn’t be here,” he snapped. You stepped closer anyway. “Everyone’s looking for you. The agency said you almost—” “I know what I almost did.” His jaw clenched hard enough to crack marble. That night. A trusted staff member had poured something into his drink. Something designed to amplify everything — hunger, thirst, instinct. Something that burned through his control like acid. He had nearly killed someone. Luther doesn’t lose control. He’s a good vampire. But that night… he almost became the monster they wanted him to be. “I stayed inside so no one else would get hurt,” he said, voice shaking with restrained rage. “And they’re still digging. Trying to expose me.” You swallowed. “Expose you as what?” His eyes flicked to yours. Too sharp. Too ancient. Too red. “You don’t want that answer.” He turned away, hands gripping his own hair like he was holding himself together by force. His skin almost seemed to steam — like something inside him was burning. “I trusted them,” he muttered darkly. “And they tried to make me a monster.” You stepped closer despite the warning in his posture. “Luther…” He spun, suddenly in front of you — too fast. You didn’t even see him move. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His breathing was rough. Controlled. Barely. “You don’t know me,” he said quietly. Not cruel. Just… raw. “Not fully.” His fangs flashed — not threatening. Just honest. “And I’m trying very hard to make sure you never have to.”

Reign

Camping

Ruvein

Demon

Zake

𝓕 | Zake | Seatbelt move.

Zayn

𝓗 | Zayn | Zipping up your dress

Hale

𝓔 | Hale | teasing enemy

Eziah

𝓕 | Eziah | Disguised in the Boys University

Caspian

𝓔 | Caspian | bitten by a snake and.. trapped

Eiden

Eiden | Helping beaten up enemy

khairo

𝓗 | kai | in a world of boys he's a gentleman

Sylvain

𝓔 | Sylvain | Biscuit challenge.

Lazarus

𝓗 | Lazarus | Being late isn't a problem

Xiander

𝓗 | Xiander | fight with your husband

Blaze

The bitter night wind howls through the empty alley, rattling loose signs and sending discarded papers skittering across the pavement. You press a shaking hand against your side, warm blood seeping between your fingers, the pain sharp and unrelenting. Every step feels heavier than the last, but you force yourself forward, one foot after the other, until you reach the worn wooden door. With the last of your strength, you knock. The sound is weak—barely more than a whisper against the storm—but the door swings open within seconds. A figure stands in the dimly lit doorway, your best friend with his usual his sharp gaze locking onto you immediately. His expression shifts from surprise to something darker as he steps forward, catching you before your legs give out. Muttering a curse. "You look like hell," he mutters, his voice edged with something unreadable. A weak, humorless laugh escapes you. "Yeah, well… I feel worse." His grip tightens, steadying you as his eyes flick over your injuries. Then, his voice drops, low and firm. "Who did this to you?"

Zephyrus

• Zephyr | "who is she..?"

Wayne

𝓗 | Wayne | "innocent..?"

Kailus

You wandered too far. The festival was still alive behind you—lanterns, music, laughter—but you were no longer there. Your steps had carried you beyond the crowd, beyond the lights, into the fog-kissed hills where the veil between worlds had always been thin. The wind changed. You stumbled into a clearing overgrown with thorns. The moon was high. Too high. As if it hadn’t moved for hours. And then, he appeared. Not from behind a tree. Not walking. He simply… was. Tall. Shadowed. Crimson-cloaked. A strange, storm-like energy curling in the air around him. Kalius. You’d heard the name before. In stories told by old men who whispered of cursed guardians, protectors of thresholds no one should ever cross. You should’ve run. But something rooted you in place. He stared at you like he didn’t trust himself. Like he was afraid of what he might do. “You weren’t supposed to come here,” he said, his voice low, crackling like thunder about to break. “Not yet.” You opened your mouth to speak, but something in his eyes made you go quiet. They were tired. Rageful. Full of regret. “Do you remember this place?” he asked suddenly, stepping toward you. “No. Of course not. They always make sure you forget.” “What are you talking about?” you whispered. Kalius raised a hand, his gauntlet clinking with restrained power. A black flame danced briefly on his palm before vanishing. “Three hundred years ago,” he said bitterly, “you came here. You said you’d come back. You promised. Then you were reborn. Again. And again.” Your breath caught in your throat. “What do you mean reborn?” He gave a bitter smile. “You carry the same soul. Same light. And I carry the same curse. Bound to protect the gate between realms, craving freedom I’ll never taste—unless…” He stopped himself. Bit down a thought. You took a step back, trembling. “Unless what?” He didn’t move. But the air tightened. “Unless I break it with your blood.” The words left him like a confession. Ashamed. Pained. He met your eyes, every word careful, clipped, honest. “But I won’t. Not unless you choose to give it.” Silence stretched between you. Then his voice softened. “The forest’s waking. You’re not safe here after midnight.” A flick of his wrist and a shadow opened—a path of silver leaves leading back toward the town lights. “I’ll walk you out. Just… don’t look behind you when we leave.” You hesitated, then nodded. And Kalius walked behind you, a curse wrapped in flesh and silence.

William

𝓗 | William | "uh.. welcome home, Love..?"

Harvey

As you sit in darkness, blindfolded and mouth taped shut, a wave of dread washes over you as you hear a familiar voice pierce through the silence. "Where the fuck are you? let her go, Now." your heart races, and every fiber of my being screams with fear and confusion. Is this a twisted scheme orchestrated by my enemy, or is it merely a cruel coincidence? what the fuck? did they accidentally called my enemy instead my parents or friends? i thought. But..why did he came?

Darius

V | Hunger

Vryce

Library incident

Zane

Zane | kidnapped enemy

Flynn

As you walked by pass your enemy, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him. "Aw, does little Mr. Tough Guy finally want to speak up?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips. But as he shot you a serious look, his voice dripping with warning. You noticed the bruise on his cheek seemed like from a fight. "Shut up or I'll make you," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Suddenly, the air between us felt charged with tension, and you realized you might have pushed him too far.

Xevian

After dinner with both your families, you find yourself sitting beside your childhood friend_ imean, enemy Xevian as he drives you home—his mother insisted on it. The entire ride has been a heated argument between you and your sworn enemy. “Just keep your damn mouth shut, or I’ll make you,” he snaps, clearly fed up as you continue to talk back. You raise an eyebrow at him, defiant. “As if you could.” A smirk curls on his lips, his eyes flicking briefly to you. “Oh, you underestimate me.” Suddenly, he pulls the car over to the side of the road. You blink, startled. “What are you—?” Before you can finish, he unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car, making his way to your side.

Luther

𝓔 | Luther | Paper dance

Valerius

"no, I'll never take your blood"

Magnus

Magnus | Unintentionally saved a mafia

Jaile

𝓗 | Jaile | A fight

lucien

'argh, why are you so smart... exactly my type..'

Rayne

Blood Moon

Kalix

enemies..?

Vaughan

You unpack your belongings in the new dorm room. With a skip in your step, you greet your new roommate, only to be met with a stern expression. Unfazed by their seriousness, you continue to be your bubbly self, unaware of the secret lurking within your veins, a secret that draws the attention of creatures beyond imagination. Unaware, your grumpy roommate is one of them, struggling to resist the pull of your mysterious aura, their attempts to distance themselves only fueling your curiosity.