Troye leaves Australia and moves to the US to follow his dream of working in one of the biggest film companies in the world. Owned by, the one and only, Tyler Oakley. He has been obsessed with Tyler's work for years now, but his complete a utter admiration for the young film magnate could lead him down a path and lifestyle he might not like that much, at first. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IMPORTANT - HIGHLY explicit (SMUT WARNING). No self-harm, but I don’t know if some of the content could be triggering somehow. Expect also a lot of drama and some fluffy scenes as the story develops. This is an AU (Alternative Universe) which means the character descriptions might not match the real ones, completely. (Age, sexuality, height, weight, traits, etc. May vary slightly) Also, please take into consideration that I speak Spanish even though the story is written in English. So expect some grammatical errors and either point them out nicely or deal with them until I get an editor, if I ever do. That being said, any constructive criticism is always welcomed. Please enjoy x.

"What do you want from me?" I whisper, my voice low and strangled. Tyler stares back at me with empty black eyes. His tongue glides over bloodied lips before a sadistic smile spreads across his face. Long slim fingers curl around my cheek. "Can you guess?" he asks as his thumb leaves a trail of crimson along my hair line. My eyelids close against my will and I lean into his touch. "Mmm," I sigh before remembering his question. I force my brain to ignore the warmth swelling in my chest from his touch and focus on an answer. "My blood?" He chuckles darkly and leans in close until his nose tickles my ear. "I'm not a vampire, Troye," he breathes. "Then what are you?" I choke out as my body begins to shake in fear. Tyler may not be a vampire, but he sure as hell isn't human. "What do you want?" "Your soul." My blood seems to freeze in my veins. "M-my soul?" His mouth curls up in response. "Why me? Why my soul?" "You have a strangely beautiful soul, Troye Sivan. And I'm hungry."