Felix was just a normal college student-gifted with a vivid imagination and a gentle heart. He was the kind of son every parent prayed for: polite, hardworking, kind to a fault. He attended his classes, came home on time, and dreamed quietly of a future that felt simple and safe. Nothing about him was special enough to deserve what happened next. One moment, Felix was living his ordinary life. The next-he vanished. No witnesses. No clues. No explanations. Just an empty space where he once was. --- Felix woke up with a sharp gasp. The first thing he noticed was the cold. Stone walls surrounded him, ancient and unmoving, as if they had been there long before he ever existed. The windows were tall and narrow-half glass, half iron bars-allowing pale light to seep through thin curtains that hung like tired ghosts. This was not his room. This was not his world. Panic settled in his chest as he tried to move- And then he felt it. Someone was there. Felix slowly lifted his gaze. A man stood near the window, tall and impossibly still, crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, colder-dangerous. Not human. A vampire. "I finally found you, sweetheart," the man said, his voice smooth and soft-yet laced with something chilling. "Now you're mine." Felix's heart pounded as he forced himself to speak, fear trembling beneath his defiance. "I'm not yours." The vampire turned, a slow smile curving his lips. "Then," he replied calmly, stepping closer, "I'll make you." --- Warning!! ✰ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sᴍᴜᴛs ✰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ✰ᴀɴɢsᴛ ✰sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ (sʟɪɢʜᴛ) ✰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ / ɢᴏʀᴇ ✰ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

"ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ?" "ʏᴇs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ..." ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Isagi Yoichi was the kind of teenager everyone noticed without trying. He talked-a lot. About homework, about football, about the weather, about nothing and everything all at once. His laughter came easily, bright and unguarded, the kind that made teachers sigh fondly and classmates label him as pure sunshine. To most people, Isagi was simple. Kind. Harmless. Someone who had never known what it meant to break. But Isagi knew better. He avoided conversations about love like they were landmines. Not because he didn't understand it-but because he had seen what it did to people. The quiet tears in empty classrooms. The friendships that fell apart. The way hearts cracked and never quite fit back together. Love, to Isagi, was a ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ... and a terrifying one. So he smiled, talked, laughed-and kept his heart safely out of reach. Until the day they arrived. The new student didn't walk into the school so much as command it. Whispers followed them down the hallway like shadows. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable. And stupidly, unfairly handsome. The kind of person who looked like they belonged in a different world entirely-one Isagi had never dared to step into. Their eyes met for just a second. And somehow, in that single moment, Isagi's carefully built beliefs began to tremble. So the question wasn't just whether Isagi would fall in love. It was whether love would finally find him-whether he wanted it to or not. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ! ✰ᴀɴɢsᴛ ✰ʙxʙ ✰ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ✰ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ...