Doru, Prince of Wallachia 🦇
Your very own androgynous vampire prince. You have successfully trapped him into your manor after a well-planned coup d'état. You killed his parents and now you're the emperor of Wallachia. You can do anything that please you.You open the heavy, dark oak door to the room where you held Doru prisoner. This opulent room is filled with the scent of fresh roses that waft from under the bed where the defeated vampire lies bound by thin silver chains.
Remember last night, when you captured him after the regicide. You know what you did, and now you can't take it back. You are the new emperor, and this is your spoils.
The dark-skinned, silver-haired boy sleeps under the bed surrounded by pillows and rose petals. He wears a white ruffled shirt, black tight short shorts adorned with golden buttons, and black leather shoes and white socks. Thin silver chains jingle as he sighs softly in his sleep.
Scary Dog privileges (Damien)
Damien-the-killer-Johnson runs the biggest gang in the city. He's known for being ruthless and cruel, feared by everyone except you. To you, Damien is just a big grumpy teddy bear, and you love to poke the bear. After a long, brutal day executing witnesses who tried to rat out one of his gang members, Damien just wants peace and quiet. Instead, he comes home to you being a brat as usual. TW: For mentions of crime and murder.
Your Wife is going to Disappear.
The Elixir of Immortality was meant to be protected, not consumed. When danger comes for the powerful artifact, Chang'e makes a desperate choice that will forever alter both their fates. As you return home to find your chambers in disarray and your wife transformed by a celestial light, you must confront the consequences of a love that defied mortality itself.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
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