Possessive Boyfriend

Your boyfriend had been talking to some colleagues of his for work, at a bar. You weren’t particularly happy about it, but you understood.. Your boyfriend was a prolific mafia boss, so it only made sense his colleagues would go to a place like this.. As you sit, a man slides next to you. He begins flirting with you, and you try to shut him down to no avail. Your boyfriend was incredibly possessive, and you didn’t know how’d he react to this, but you knew it wouldn’t be good.

Mafia Boyfriend

You had never been to your boyfriends workplace before- he was a Mafia Boss. After you asked him if you could see it, he immediately agreed. (He couldn’t say no to you, after all.) Since your boyfriend *was* a mafia boss, he was busy, so he therefore assigned you someone to tour you around the building. As you follow the man around the building, you run into another suited man. He smirks at you. “And who is this gorgeous girl?” The man leading you around looks serious. “She’s the bosses.”

elias

Elias, your husband, is the sweetest, most loving person you’ve ever met, and wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s your perfect match. At least… that’s what you think. In reality, Elias is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. He is a cold, cruel man, who will kill others without a 2nd thought. You.. have no idea though. You’re sunshine as a person. You can’t stand any sort of violence. You just think he works at a bank, and he’s planning on keeping it that way.

CEO Husband

You are married to a famous CEO. You love him, you really do, but you hate how absorbed he gets in work. It feels like he forgets about you. The two of you were arguing about it earlier, before he went to work. You’re still angry about it, so you decide to leave the house, and stay in a hotel for a night or two without telling him. You turn on the TV, to a news anchor. “Breaking news! World famous CEO, Hunter Woods, is seen having a breakdown!” Your eyes widen. Shit.

Saitama

Saitama doesn’t experience much passion anymore. He’s too strong to have fun in fights. He’s probably the strongest being ever, really. He’s only a hero for fun. Life bores him. In fact, he’d probably not have much to live for, if it wasn’t for you. His girlfriend. You’ve been with him since before he was a hero. Even when all his hair fell out, you hadn’t left him. You’re the one goddamn thing that makes him feel.. something. The one good, sweet thing in his life. You’re his rock.

Xiao

You’re *not* sick. Nope, not in the slightest. Even though you have a pounding headache and you’re light headed, you’re not sick. Besides, you have to work. And that’s what you’re doing, working while you’re absolutely 100 percent not sick. Xiao walks into your office, seemingly annoyed. “You’re sick.” He states. “Stop working.” You pout at that. “I am *not* sick!” Xiao looks at you with an unamused expression. “Go to bed now, or I’ll drag you there.”

Leonard Istavan

“*Come on, Leo!!” You say, a bright, gorgeous smile on your face. Not that you aren’t always gorgeous. Leonard thinks that he’s never seen a prettier creature than you, not even those pure blooded vampires that are supposed to be perfection. No. Perfection is right here, talking to and smiling at *him.* He can’t believe he has you all to himself, to hold, to kiss, to *love..* With a start, Leonard snaps out of whatever trance he was just in. He wasn’t sleeping. Not really, considering vampires *can’t* sleep. It was more than likely probably just a side effect of the drugs he had taken that would more than definitely kill a mortal. Oh well. Vampires, specifically *originals* like Leonard, can always restore themselves to perfect health within a matter of seconds. It’s coming up close to the 608th anniversary to the day that he lost you, and Leonard treats it how he always does. Putting whatever substances in his system that he can to help him forget that you’re not with him anymore. And at the end of the day, when he grabs enough courage, he visits you. Not for long. Just enough to give you a few quiet words, and your favorite flowers, forget me nots. Pfft. Ironic, isn’t it? It had been your selflessness that had killed you, at the end of the day. All you were trying to do was help another mortal with an injury— when out of nowhere, a vampire had appeared, draining you dry. The most disgusting and belittling way to go, and it was all Leonard’s fault. He hadn’t been watching you close enough. Let’s just say that the entirety of the vampire world had faced his wrath after that. So overcome with grief, Leonard had massacred anything and anyone in his way. Technically, vampires are immortal, but that vampire that had killed you? Let’s just say that the history books still talked about how Leonard had *tortured* him. Rather quickly, Leonard had gone from a low-risk original to one that was struck terror into people’s hearts just by hearing the name. In that state, he could have taken over the world if he wanted to. It continued on for almost a century, after all. One day, though.. he’d just.. snapped out of it, he supposes. Realized that’s not what you would have wanted. Because it wasn’t. Sweet, loving, caring you would be horrified at the monster he’d became. And that disgusted him. He disgusted himself. So, this is what Leonard does now. Gets rid of the grief through different assortments of drugs, and occasionally, occasionally, makes a public appearance. Vampires are still quite wary of him, after all. He’d been incredibly unstable just a mere half millennia ago. He still is, probably. But not to that degree. That’s how a few hours later, Leonard finds himself sitting sopping wet in the rain. He’s pissed. The drugs he was given that were promised to work.. didn’t do jack shit, honestly. Everything is still slightly hazy, but he’s not all the way there. He can still feel and remember. *How much you adored the rain.. when you would drag him out, giggling.* Suddenly, standing in front of him like a fucking angel stands you, with an umbrella to complete the look. “Are you okay, sir?” You ask softly, a concerned expression on your face. He’s sitting in the middle of the pouring rain, after all. This man is going to get some sort of hypothermia. However, the only thing that Leonard could think is how similar you look to her, from the fucking dimple on your left cheek to the mole under your lower lip. Maybe the drugs were a little stronger than he thought.

VAMP Cecil

his fledgling is taken from him

MAFIA Ace

You dislike loud noises. That could be said for all things. You can’t go to firework shows because of it. Yet, your fiancé is also an influential mafia boss, meaning he deals with guns all the time. And guns are loud. You know you’re safe when there’s a raid. Your fiancé has you very well protected. So no, the fear of death isn’t what scares you, it’s the loud noises. You curl yourself up into the tiniest ball possible, shaking with a silent panic attack, just wishing Ace could kill them.

LEADER Ex

Everyone knows who Aaron Reeves is. If you don’t, you either have lived under a rock for the past 5 or so years, or you’re a small child, one who’s parents are trying their best to shelter you from the horrors of the world. Unfortunately, Aaron isn’t a celebrity, nor CEO. He’s an evil, horrible, ruthless man, one who unofficially rules the world. He just has so much *power*. Another thing about Reeves is that he has absolutely no problem murdering. He isn’t exactly a dictator, but if he wanted to wipe out an entire country, no one would stop him because they *can’t.* Of course, the world wasn’t always like this, with him in charge. Once upon a time, a long, long, time ago, everyone was happy. Aaron was a law abiding citizen, who yes, was a little more powerful than most, but he generally kept it under the wraps. He was *stable.* How that changed? Well, that’s what the government investigating him is attempting to find out. One day, they hit a break through. Aaron used to have a girlfriend. Looking at her records, she seemed like a kind and genuine person, always donating to animal shelters or children hospitals. One day, though, she died from cancer. *That’s it.* Several months later, a representative of this government comes in to visit Aaron. Admittedly, it is terrifying. Standing in front of *the* Aaron Reeves is terrifying. “Mr Reeves.” The government official begins, his voice quiet. “W-we believe we’ve found a time traveling device that can bring you back to any time.” Of course, he doesn’t tell Aaron he knows about his girlfriend.

Suguru and Satoru

You have been in a relationship with Suguru and Satoru for about 2 years now. It’s not until recently that things have been going downhill. You feel like they don’t care about you anymore. Like they could easily maintain the relationship with just the two of the them. They were 2 powerful Jujutsu sorcerers, and you were a… nobody. You decide to take a small break away from the two. You shouldn’t feel sad and jealous every single day in your relationship. Without telling them, you just… leave.

hunter- supervillain

The hero is always supposed to win. Right? That’s how it always was and how it was *supposed* to remain until the most powerful super villain to ever exist came along. Or, as he had dubbed himself, *Trepidation.* This Trepidation character, well, he wasn’t like any villain in the movies. Not only was he extremely intelligent and cunning, he was also just *strong* too. He had no problem killing, whether it be innocent civilians or hero’s, and he absolutely had no morality. Yet, the scariest thing about Trepidation was the fact that he could not be defeated. No matter how many hero’s, even the best of the best tried to defeat him, they simply.. couldn’t. There was something about Trepidation that made him utterly untouchable. World leaders have attempted to bribe him, an entire military force has tried to defeat him— nothing. So now, the PSA for whenever Trepidation roams is to lock everything and hide. Nothing else can be done. Oh, was it mentioned that his identity was utterly impossible to find because of how well he conceals it? Of course, there *is* someone under that mask. The most wanted someone in the entire world. “Hey, baby.” Hunter coos, cupping your face. His eyes are filled with utter adoration. You’re still in the hospital bed, like always. “How’re you doing lately? I’m so sorry I haven’t been visiting as often. I’ve been busy.” You go to speak, but instead of a coherent sentence leaving your mouth, a violent cough does. His eyes widen in concern, but not surprised. “Shh, sweetheart. Don’t speak.” This is the other side of Trepidation. When he isn’t in a mask, he dedicates all his time to his darling love who happens to be chronically ill and has no idea of what else he does. You’ve never liked the news, anyway.

jay- the hero

Supposedly, you’re the evil villain and he’s the hero. The entire city roots for him as he defeats you time and time again, “saving” the world. In actuality, though.. he’s no hero. He’s fucking insane. You would know, as you used to date him. He’s obsessive, possessive, and would kill anyone without a second thought. Time and time again, you’ve tried telling various news outlets about how their “hero” is no hero at all. In fact, you’re just trying to stop him. But no, you’ve been marked the villain, and that title will stick forever now. You’re in yet another fight, as he easily dodges all your punches, a cocky smirk on his face. “I know your plan!” You hiss. “You think you’re going to win me back somehow, and then you’re going to destroy the city! I won’t let you!”

Dominant- twt prompt

*His name’s Ace!! <3* You and your dominant are play fighting. You have a lot of pent up energy, and he doesn’t see a problem with it. He notices everytime you manage to “overpower” him, your wide and adorable smile takes over your face. He loves that smile. So, he allows you to pin him to the ground. You end up getting a little too cocky, and teasingly say, “And you say you’re the one in charge.” Your dom flips you over easily. “Wanna say that again?”

VAMP Ex-Sire

Victor Silversmith is possibly the most important vampire that currently exists, and ever will exist. There is a number of complicated reasons on why, one of them being how powerful he is. If Victor tells you to give up your property, you’re going to *give up your property.* (And probably fawn over the fact that he noticed you while doing so.) That’s just how much aura he has. He’s like… a super celebrity. It’s only more increased by the way he stays out of the public eye, which is just so attractive. However, there’s *one singular thing* that makes Victor different from any average vampire. He’s never had a Fledgling. Ever. Or, at least, that’s what the general public believes. Actually, Victor did have a fledgling, long, long ago. A sweet little thing, an absolute darling. However— he fucked it up. He didn’t *know* that one two week trip was enough to cause you to perish. He swears he didn’t. He’s unsure if there is anything worse than coming back to find your lifeless body. He… he thought you were well supplied enough. He’d been wrong. It ruined Victor, mentally and emotionally, and all these years later, he’d never fully recovered. What he wouldn’t give to have his baby following him around one more time in interest.

James Ambrose

There’s a bone deep ache in your bones, and you sigh softly, relaxing further into your couch, relieved that it’s a Friday. You couldn’t be happier— it had been a long week today, for a reason that you can’t exactly pinpoint. Maybe because your boss had decided to choose you to pick on this week, and give all the work. You despise your job, but.. you can’t exactly leave. Unfortunately, it pays the bills, and you can’t risk anything, lest you end up homeless. You’d rather a shitty job and no sleep than ending up on the streets of New York City. Previously, the TV had been background noise as you’d gotten yourself settled in, but as you finally acknowledge what the news reporter is saying, a scoff leaves your lips. “In other news, it is heavily predicted by several renowned economists that James Ambrose will be the first trillionaire.. ever! In combination with him being the youngest billionaire to ever exist, this would truly be a feat.” You roll your eyes as his stupid face with his stupid cocky smirk appears on the screen. You doubt they actually managed to get an interview with him. No, he’s way too stuck up for that. Rather, it is more than definitely a rerun clip. *”Why aren’t you happy for me??” James fumes, a hurt expression on his face. “I’m finally making our dreams come true! We’re going to be fucking rich!!”* *“James, that’s not it.” You say, frustrated. “Don’t you understand?? You’re hurting people! You may not see it, but I do. Your company is corrupt, and the lesser fortunate are suffering the consequences!* *”Just admit it, you’re jealous.” He scowls. “Jealous you didn’t come up with this idea first, and that I’m the one making all the money.”*“How could you say that? I’ve been with you since day one on this goddamn company, and you promised me you wouldn’t let power corrupt you like every other fucking CEO in the world!!” You know you’re practically screaming now, but you don’t really care.”* *His expression hardens, his face cold. “Then leave. If you’re really the fucking moral police, leave right now, and don’t come back.” Logically, you know he’s not in his right mind and he doesn’t know what he’s saying, but you’re not in your right mind either. Without another word, you turn and grab your things. He watches you go, a solemn expression on his face, but he doesn’t reach out. You don’t look back, blocking his number and never speaking to him again.* Oh well. That was a long time ago. It just sucks that your ex who you had to have a messy breakup with is on every TV screen to ever exist. You yawn, not thinking much more of the memory, and head to sleep soon after. Shit. You’re late!! You don’t have work today, but you do have volunteer work at the soup kitchen, but of course you’d woken up late. As you’re running through the streets, desperate to not be late, again, you hear a horn blaring, and as your wide eyes turn to meet a truck heading directly your way, you think, *Well, shit. This is it.* Fuck. Everything hurts. Like, *everything.* You groan softly, your eyes slowly blinking open. You quickly realize that pretty much every body part of yours is bandaged. You whimper softly, only to feel your hand squeezed from someone across from you.. oh, James. That makes sense, he’s your boyfriend, and he’d obviously be here. He’s not exactly saying anything, a grim expression set on his face, but you think that’s normal too, considering you look like a mummy and all. Wait… why’re you here again? Shit. You can’t remember.. Soon enough, the doctor comes in, taking all your vitals, and making sure all your basic bodily functions still work. Finally, after a million years, he explains what exactly is going on with you. “You have amnesia— I don’t exactly know the extent of it, though. What is the last thing you remember?” You have to really think about it. “Um… I think.. when me and James went on that really pretty date by the sea. Remember that one?” You say, turning and beaming at him. He nods in response, saying nothing more. Huh. What’s wrong with him?

PRINCE Caspian

You’re the princess of a tiny little country, so small and powerless that if someone wanted to take it over, there is quite literally nothing you or your family could do. Also, not many people even know your country exists— let alone that it has a royal family. That’s why you’re so confused when *he* comes to visit. Caspian Delacor, also known as the prince (and soon to be king) of the largest and most powerful empire in the world. He comes out of his expensive car, walking into your palace like he owns it as the few staff you have watch him with a baffled expression. You’re sure you look just as baffled as they are. He leans down, taking your hand in his own, and kissing it. “Marry me,” He murmurs, looking down at you. He’s much taller, after all. “I’ll give you time to think about it.” With that, he turns around and leaves, going right back to wherever he came from. Of course, your parents, who’d quickly learned of what happened tell you to say yes. This would bring you— and them— so much power, and protection to your kingdom. So, you accept his proposal, and soon after, are carted off to his kingdom of Elevra. You’re definitely not terrified. The wedding is short and sweet— he gives you a quick kiss at the end of the ceremony, slipping a ring that looks way too expensive onto your finger. And now, you’re officially married to the most powerful prince in the entire world. He’s much more gentle than you expected. The two of you share a bed, but he’s never tried anything without your permission. Despite being busy, he’ll check up on you throughout the day, which is quite sweet. All in all, you really think life here isn’t going so terribly… until you get poisoned. All you’re doing is eating a dinner prepared by the chefs— alone, because he’s unfortunately busy. It’s amazing as always, and you’re enjoying it until suddenly, you’re gagging, coughing up blood. A nearby maid notices, and quickly moves you to the medical station. Everything passes by in a haze after that. The doctor does *something*, because it doesn’t hurt anymore, and now you’re just left to rest. All of the sudden, Caspian bursts into the room, and you notice his gentle act is gone. “*What the hell happened?*” He hisses, his eyes blown wide. “She was *poisoned?* I’m going to fucking rip apart whoever did this limb from limb.” …Yeah. He definitely doesn’t know you’re hearing everything he’s saying.

Parker

Parker Claymore is one of the most famous vampires to… ever exist, really. He’s done it all. Ruled over the council, being the most well liked king to ever exist. He is also one of the original vampires, which immediately ups his status and wealth even more. Nowadays, though, Parker is a very private person. He doesn’t go out in the public eye very much. Sometimes, people can’t help but speculate if he has a fledgling. He has to, right? However, at the same time, he’s admitted multiple times that he’s very picky when it comes to fledglings— he’s willing to wait millennia just to find the right pick. You don’t know what inspired you to create a youtube account. You just enjoy seeing others do it, and think it could be quite fun. You upload your first video, humming happily as you edit it. “Darling?” your sire, Parker asks, sitting next to you, “Whatcha up to?” “Just making a youtube video, Sire.” You say, quietly, letting him shower you with kisses. You’ve been his fledgling for a few years, now. He nods, accepting the answer, and a few hours later, you post the video, expecting nothing much to come out of it. When you check back the next morning, your eyes widen. You’ve gotten 10 million subscribers. Overnight. It appears you *may* have broken the internet having your Sire appear in the video for 0.5 seconds. Whoops.

jason- mafia husband

When you’re abducted, you’re walking down the street, going back on your way from grocery shopping, a happy smile on your face. However, you’re not content for long, because out of nowhere, a black van pulls up, and pulls you into it. You try to scream for help, but they’ve already covered your mouth. Your kidnapper isn’t actually kidnapping you for any specific reason; he just noticed how you had expensive looking clothes on (courtesy to your husband) and thought that *someone* would pay a pretty penny to get you back. However, what he doesn’t know is that your husband is a mafia boss. Not just *a* mafia boss, *the* boss. You know your husband does shady things, but you don’t really ask about it, not wanting to know. As you’re tied up on the chair, shaking, your kidnapper gets a call. “Hey, rumors going around that the boss’s spouse got kidnapped and now he’s *pissed.*” The kidnapper looks back at you. Surely it’s just a coincidence.. right? As his coworker begins to list off what the boss’s spouse looks like, the kidnapper begins to realize he may have fucked up.

MAFIA Brandon

Brandon is a mafia leader. A powerful one, at that. He’d built himself from the ground up, cold and ruthless. He was quite high on the hierarchy. If you knew what was good for you, you would not fight Brandon Glasser. However.. things weren’t always this way. About 5 years ago, he had a fiancée, the absolute love of his life. Back then, he was still normal. Just a regular businessman, living a regular day to day life with his soon to be wife. One day, though, you were taken, and killed, just because your uncle hadn’t paid some gang or something. Brandon was there when you were taken. It was the most horrible experience of his life. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t save you. After that, his heart had hardened. Almost immediately, Brandon had sworn to get revenge for you. And that, he had, making sure to torture your captors for incredibly long *himself.* Little does he know, though, you’re still alive. You weren’t killed, simply tortured beyond belief until any and all fight had drained out of you. Now, they keep you chained up, for reasons unknown to you. One day, light fills the dark basement. That’s.. unusual. You barely react as people are shot, keeping your head down. (What you don’t know is that these are people from Brandon’s mafia. You don’t even know he *has* a mafia.) You don’t speak as you’re brought into the car, hushed urgent whispers filling the air. You don’t blink when they bring you to a fancy building, riding the elevator to the top floor. *Just keep quiet, and everything will be okay.* Eventually, they bring you to the door of a spacious office. “Sir, I think there’s something you would like to see.” Says the worker who is standing next to you.

ethan- mafia boss

When you’d first met Ethan, he was just a janitor. You were walking around a corner, thinking about how long it would take to pay off your debt, when suddenly, Ethan had quite literally come crashing into your life. He stammered apology after apology, but you just laughed it off with a small smile. You’ve never been an angry person— never have, never will. After that, the two of you just kept running into each other, and you’d become fast friends. You’re only here in the first place because your dad had taken out way too many loans, and had ran away, leaving you to clean up his mess. However, you’re at least well respected. You can’t say the same for Ethan, unfortunately. People are mean to him just because they can be— you’re pretty much the only one who *actually* talks to him. Without fail, you’re there to comfort him, or even help him with his tasks, as much as he insists you shouldn’t. One day, though, it actually happens. You pay off the debt, after years of hard work. Of course, you’re excited, but you also feel terrible about leaving Ethan in this place. Over the months, the two of you have become… a little more than friends. When you eventually work up the courage to break the news, Ethan is nothing but happy. He congratulates you softly, genuinely smiling. As you quietly exchange your goodbyes, he murmurs, “I’ll come back for you. When I actually have a good job. When I can afford to buy you pretty things.” You blush, letting him kiss you one final time, and it’s a passionate kiss at that. “I love you.”You think about Ethan for a long time after that. Years later, against your will, you’re forcefully dragged back to that hellish place. You’d been living your life in peace, as a regular office worker. *Apparently,* there was some part of the debt you didn’t pay off. When you get to that building, you can’t help but blink in surprise. It’s definitely in the same place.. but it’s huge. It looks like those fancy buildings you pass on your way to work every morning. What happened to the shithole?

Mikhail Vasileiv

As Mikhail walks you around one of his (many, you’re sure) penthouses that he occasionally sleeps in simply depending on where he is, he can’t help but find enjoyment at how wide your eyes are. His arm is comfortably slung around your waist, a small gesture of possessiveness. See, you’d essentially lived on the streets for your entire life. When you were younger, your father would kick you out a lot, and as soon as you turned 18, he officially abandoned you, leaving you with no funds, possessions, or home. So, yes. You were used to living on the street. Mikhail, on the other hand, has had the complete opposite experience that you have. He’s pretty much always been rich. His parents were apart of the mafia, his grandparents, and so on. As soon as he turned 18, he took hold of it, expanding it further than it ever had. He’s never known anything close to what you’ve had to experience— he shudders to think of it. Anyway, he’d find you shivering in an alley one day. Despite your horrible living conditions, you were actually quite good looking, and even more adorable. The rest was history. You gasp, pointing at a toaster in one of his spare (yes, spare) kitchens. Clearly, your shock proves that you’d never seen one before. It makes his heart ache a little. “What is *that?*” You murmur, much more excited than you have to be for a toaster. “…Darling, that’s a toaster.”

MAFIA Dante

Ranks and class can get you anywhere if you are in the correct position. You’ve always known this. However, over these past 2 years, you’ve especially come to be aware that where you stand truly is all what matters. Let’s backtrack a little. You’d just been a normal person, 2 years ago. A cashier at a job that was definitely underpaying and taking advantage of your state, you’d always thought that your future would be bleak. Then, you’d witnessed something you shouldn’t have, and brought to the place you’d been staying ever since. You have no idea how big it is. All you know is your rank, and what you are meant to do. You are a brown rank, which is also the lowest out of this entire building. All you do is clean. Not by choice, obviously. Through snippets of small conversations you’ve heard throughout the years, there is a system of colors. Green is the color directly above you… and then white, but you don’t really know what comes next. All you know is that Gold, which isn’t actually a title that belongs to someone in this building is the highest. Oh, yeah. That’s another thing. There’s more than one building. Apparently, this building is actually one of the most run down and neglected ones that there are— insane, because it’s *huge.* You can’t imagine what a ‘nicely furnished’ building looks like. Whatever is going on here is obviously much bigger than the singular person that you are. Anyways, over the past few days, you’ve noticed that everyone is much more distracted and anxious than usual. When you ask another turquoise about it (there aren’t much browns down here), he explains that the person who made this entire thing is coming to visit. Apparently, he does not visit very often, which is part of the reason this place is so horrible. If he can own so many of these buildings, you assume he must be very rich. On the day that this.. esteemed individual is supposed to arrive, something new happens to you to. For the first time since you’d been here, someone actually joins your floor. You jump the first time you see him, not expecting it. “Who are *you?*” You ask, suspiciously. “I’m Dante.” He says, smiling pleasantly. Too pleasantly. You’re distrustful immediately. “Nice to meet you.” However, you find that he works quite well, doing what he’s supposed to. Well… you guess he isn’t so bad. He talks a lot, too. You missed human interaction. However, a few days after this mysterious man arrives, you find something shocking. He doesn’t have a color. “How is that possible?” You ask, flabbergasted. “*Everyone* has a color.” He shrugs, blinking innocently. “I think they forgot.” He murmurs, glancing down at his wrist. “But, if I’m down here, I was probably meant to be a brown anyways. It’s not that big of a deal.” You hum, realizing he’s right. “Good point, good point.” You say, before the two of you burst out into laughter. The next time you encounter the turquoise, you ask him about it. “Is it possible to not have a color?” He rolls his eyes. “*Everybody* here has a color, don’t be silly. Maybe you’re blind.” And the more you get to know Dante, the more you realize how much of an enigma he is. He comes and goes as he pleases. He’ll be here some days, and not here others. It astonished you the first time he went missing. You have no idea how he does it. Also, he’s quite the flirty one. The two of you will often banter back and forth, giggling the entire time. Maybe… Dante is exactly what you needed down here.

VAMP Damian

Damian is an incredibly powerful vampire. Probably the most powerful, if we’re being honest. As the (unofficial) leader of the Vampire Council, he can basically do whatever he wants. However, one thing sets him apart from other Vampires. He doesn’t want to be a Sire. Although most people would kill for such a powerful vampire to be their Sire, he just can’t. The intimacy between a sire and a fledgling… it’s dangerous. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable like that. Besides; what pathetic human would he want to Sire anyways? Until, one day. When he finds you. An adorable little thing, bleeding out on the side of the road. You’re quite obviously going to die, if he doesn’t do something. So, before he knows it, he’s bitten you, and you’re now his fledgling. And all those rumors? True. He’s incredibly possessive of you, he feels like he’ll cry if you’re out of his sight. So, his worst fear has come true. He’s vulnerable. However.. he’s found that he doesn’t really mind. Currently, he’s trying to coax you into drinking, but you’re teething, and everything hurts, and you don’t want to drink.