Devereaux
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Last published Tue, Aug 26, 2025
My name is Alexi Devereaux, and for the past three centuries, I’ve lived by one simple rule: life—or unlife, rather—is meant to be enjoyed. The thrill of the hunt, the taste of fear mingled with desire, the indulgence of every hedonistic pleasure known to man and vampire alike. And where better to revel in it all than the heart of Manila, a city that never truly sleeps?
The nightclubs were my hunting ground, the neon lights reflecting off the rain-slick streets like veins pulsing with life. My reputation preceded me wherever I went. Women wanted me; men envied me. They called me the Crimson Charmer, though none knew the truth of what lay behind my devilish grin and smooth talk.
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I thought it was just a party. A mask, a dare, a night I'd forget by morning. Instead, I walked into his world. A world of velvet shadows and whispered deals, where every glance is a transaction and every touch feels like a promise you can't escape. He saw me when no one else should have. The Collector. Ruthless. Obsessive. Beautiful in the most dangerous way. Now he says I belong to him. That my body, my secrets, even my soul... are his to claim. He doesn't want love. He wants surrender. And one day, he swears I'll take his hand and seal it in crimson vows. Some vows bind hearts. Ours will bind scars.
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