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The wind howled as the moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, a pale crimson glow casting shadows across the tall iron gates of Rosenfell Academy — a prestigious school nestled deep within a forgotten forest.

You stepped out of the car, suitcase in hand, heart pounding. The air was cold, unnaturally cold. You pulled your coat tighter around your shoulders and stared up at the towering gothic buildings.

This place didn’t feel normal.

And maybe, just maybe… neither were you.

You were different. You always felt like you didn’t belong — haunted by strange dreams, whispers in your ears when you were alone, and that recurring nightmare: a silver-haired boy with blood on his hands and sorrow in his eyes.

You shook the thought away. It was just a dream… right?

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Inside the academy, the halls were silent and grand — chandeliers casting dancing lights across old portraits. You could feel the eyes watching you. Something ancient.

“Yumi Sakamaki?” a woman called. “You’ll be in the North Wing. Class 3-A.”

The moment you stepped into your dorm room, a chill swept through. You dropped your bag. That’s when you saw it…

A silver rose, lying on your pillow.

You picked it up slowly. It was ice-cold.

Then—

CRACK.

The mirror beside your bed shattered.

You gasped. A voice came from the shadows.

> “You shouldn’t be here.”

You turned around fast.

He stood by the window — tall, pale, silver hair like moonlight, and red eyes that glowed in the dark.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.

> “You’re the one from my dream,” you whispered.

He frowned. “Dream?”

> “You… killed me.”

He looked startled — not angry. Almost… sad.

> “I tried to save you.”

He stepped closer, and your heart stopped.

> “Who are you?” you asked.

> “My name is Subaru Sakamaki. And if you stay here… you’ll die."

❣️The Boy Who Hates His Blood❣️

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The silence after his words felt heavy — like the air was holding its breath.

> “You’ll die if you stay.”

The crimson moonlight lit only half his face, casting deep shadows under his silver hair. You took a step back, but your feet wouldn’t move far. You couldn’t tell if it was fear… or curiosity.

> “Then why did you leave the rose?”

You held it up. It shimmered unnaturally.

Subaru’s eyes widened for a second. “You touched it?”

> “Of course I did. It was in my room!”

He growled under his breath. “Idiot. That rose was supposed to warn me—not you.”

> “Warn you?”

He turned his face away, gripping the windowsill hard enough that cracks split the wood beneath his hands.

> “I thought I buried that memory...”

You felt a sudden rush of heat behind your eyes—images, flashes of another world. Blood. Fire. A girl in white. And a scream that sounded like your own.

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That night, sleep never came. You kept hearing footsteps in the hallway… and whispers behind the door.

The next morning at Rosenfell was worse.

As you walked to class, students stared. Some of their eyes were too pale, too sharp. One girl leaned in and whispered as you passed:

> “She’s the human Subaru touched... is she marked?”

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In Class 3-A, you took a seat near the window. Your hand still tingled from the rose.

The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, but Subaru was already there — alone in the back.

He didn't look at you.

You gathered your courage.

> “Are you just going to ignore me now?”

No response.

> “You show up in my room, threaten me, give me ghost-roses, and now act like I don’t exist?”

He looked up then, slowly.

> “You shouldn’t want me to exist. People who get close to me…”

His voice cracked a little, then he closed his eyes.

> “They suffer.”

Your heart stung. “Then maybe I want to suffer.”

His chair scraped as he stood. He walked to you, eyes burning.

> “Don’t say that,” he said softly. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

You stood too, staring him down.

> “Then tell me.”

Suddenly, the classroom door slammed open.

A new boy entered. Tall. Blonde. Smiling with fangs just visible.

> “Subaru~ You're being awfully friendly today. Who’s the little human girl?”

The room froze.

> “Stay away from her, Ayato,” Subaru growled.

The new boy smirked and looked at you.

> “Well well… a human in the Night Class. This is going to be fun.”

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To be continued...

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> “Ayato.”

Subaru’s voice was cold. Dangerous. Like broken ice.

The red-haired boy grinned wider, clearly enjoying the tension.

> “Chill out, Subaru. I’m just curious. She smells interesting, that’s all.”

You instinctively stepped back. Something in Ayato’s gaze wasn’t normal. His eyes were like fire—hungry fire.

> “You’re not touching her,” Subaru warned.

> “Oh? So she is yours?” Ayato asked, teasing. “Did you already take a bite?”

Your cheeks flushed crimson.

> “I’m not—his—”

You began, but Subaru suddenly stepped between you and Ayato, blocking his view of you completely.

> “She’s under my protection. That’s all that matters.”

Ayato raised an eyebrow.

> “Huh. Since when do you protect humans?”

He leaned in close to Subaru and whispered something you couldn’t hear.

But Subaru’s reaction was instant. His fist slammed into the wall beside Ayato’s head, cracking the stone.

Ayato just laughed. “Fine, fine. Keep your little human secret. But she better not wander off at night…”

He turned, walked out, and the heavy air lifted a little.

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When the classroom emptied later, you stayed seated, heart pounding.

Subaru sat again in the back corner, staring out the window. You slowly walked up to him.

> “Why did you stop him?”

He didn’t look at you.

> “Because I didn’t want you to be afraid.”

That surprised you.

> “Why would you care?”

He turned to you then, his red eyes softer than before.

> “Because I know what fear tastes like.”

There was a silence between you. Not awkward—just real.

> “Ayato’s a vampire, isn’t he?” you asked.

> “Yes,” Subaru said simply. “So am I.”

You swallowed hard.

> “Are you going to drink my blood too?”

He stood up, walked close, and gently pushed your hair away from your neck.

> “Only if you ask me to.”

You felt his breath on your skin—warm, cold, intoxicating. Your body froze, but your heart screamed with feeling.

> “You’re not afraid?” he whispered.

> “I don’t know what I am,” you said honestly.

He leaned in closer—

—but then stopped.

His voice was broken when he spoke next.

> “I swore I’d never hurt someone like you again.”

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That night, as you lay in bed, your window creaked open… but no one was there.

Only a single note on the floor:

> “Meet me in the garden. Midnight. Come alone.

– S”

Your heart thudded.

Were you ready?

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Midnight arrived.

You crept through the halls of Rosenfell Academy, the shadows whispering secrets you couldn’t quite hear. Outside, the night air was cool and heavy with the scent of roses.

The garden was bathed in moonlight, its flowers glowing unnaturally white—except one.

A single black rose bloomed in the center of the garden.

And beside it stood Subaru.

His silver hair shimmered like ice beneath the stars. His hands were clenched, like he was battling something within himself.

When he turned and saw you, his eyes softened.

> “You came.”

> “Of course I did,” you said, voice trembling a little.

He didn’t move closer. You could feel the distance between you wasn’t just physical—it was emotional. Heavy. Haunted.

> “I wasn’t going to call you,” Subaru said quietly. “I told myself I’d stay away.”

> “Then why did you?”

He looked away.

> “Because when I saw Ayato look at you, I felt something I hate… I felt like I was going to lose control.”

You stepped forward.

> “Subaru… what happened to you? Why do you hate what you are?”

His eyes met yours. Blood-red, but beautiful.

> “Because I was born a monster.”

He pulled something from his coat—a silver stake. The handle was cracked, old.

> “I keep this… just in case. In case I ever hurt someone I care about.”

Your breath caught. “Subaru, that’s—”

> “This garden,” he said, cutting you off. “This is where I last saw her. The only person who ever said I could be more than what I am.”

He walked to the black rose and touched it gently.

> “My mother.”

Your heart dropped.

> “She told me I was still human somewhere inside. That I could choose. But then… she disappeared.”

The rose seemed to tremble in his hand.

> “I thought I buried that hope with her. But then you came.”

He stepped closer, slowly, eyes searching your face.

> “You make me feel like I’m still worth saving.”

You looked up at him, heartbeat loud in your ears.

> “Then let me save you.”

He froze. His hand reached toward your cheek, trembling.

> “I want to taste you… but I’m afraid I won’t stop.”

> “Then trust me,” you whispered. “If you lose control, I’ll bring you back.”

His lips were so close now.

> “Say it.”

> “I’m not afraid of you.”

Then—soft as breath—his fangs touched your skin.

And he bit.

Pain flashed, but so did something else—pleasure. Your body leaned into him. His arms held you gently, carefully, like you were porcelain.

When he pulled away, your legs buckled.

He caught you.

> “You’re mine now,” he whispered, voice raw. “No one else touches you. Ever.”

You felt it—not just the mark on your neck.

But something deeper.

Something… irreversible.

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To be continued...

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You woke the next morning in your bed, dizzy. Your body felt strangely light, yet heavy at the same time—like something inside had changed.

Then you remembered it.

> The garden.

Subaru’s fangs.

His voice: “You’re mine now.”

You touched your neck. The mark was still there. A soft sting… but it made your heart race.

You felt it in your veins. Not just blood.

His presence.

—

That day, Subaru avoided you.

He wasn’t at his desk.

He wasn’t outside the dorm.

He wasn’t even in the abandoned wing where he sometimes hid.

Instead, you found a letter on your pillow, written in neat, sharp handwriting.

> “Yumi.

What I did last night was wrong.

You should hate me. You should run.

But if you come back to me again…

I might not let you go.

– Subaru.”

Your heart clenched.

But instead of fear, you felt pulled to him. As if his blood now whispered to yours.

You ran. Out into the rain. Across the stone path to the old cathedral building, where the air always felt colder.

And there he was.

Subaru.

Sitting alone on a pew in the candlelight, soaked in guilt.

> “You came,” he whispered, surprised.

> “Of course I did,” you replied. “Why are you hiding?”

He didn’t answer. His fists were clenched. His fangs visible, slightly bloody.

> “I almost lost control,” he said. “When I bit you… I felt your emotions. All of them. Your fear. Your pain. Your kindness. It was too much.”

> “Is that what a blood bond does?” you asked quietly.

He looked at you.

> “Yes. We’re connected now. I can feel you. Even when you're far away. And you… you’ll start to feel what I feel too.”

You stepped toward him.

> “Then tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

Silence. Then—

> “Terrified.”

You blinked.

> “You’re never scared.”

> “I am,” he said. “Because for the first time… I don’t want to be a monster anymore. And that means I have something to lose.”

Your eyes met. No more space between you.

> “You’re not a monster, Subaru.”

> “Then why do I want to kiss you even though I’m shaking?” he asked.

You reached for his hand.

> “Because maybe… you’re falling in love.”

His breath hitched.

Then he kissed you.

Not rough. Not hungry.

Soft. Human. Real.

But just as the warmth grew—

A loud crash echoed from the entrance. You both turned.

A shadow stepped through the cathedral door.

Eyes glowing gold. Fangs longer than Subaru’s.

> “Well, well…”

“My little brother finally made a blood bond.”

Subaru’s body tensed.

> “Kino.”

> “Didn’t expect me so soon?” the figure said with a wicked smile.

“I heard there's a girl who might just ruin everything for us vampires.”

And then…

He looked directly at you.

> “Let’s see what she’s made of.”

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Kino stepped forward, his golden eyes flashing with cruel amusement.

> “So, Subaru,” he said, voice silky but sharp as a dagger,

“You think you can protect her? This human? After all we’ve been through?”

Subaru’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t flinch.

> “Yumi is not yours to touch,” he said quietly,

“and you know it.”

Kino laughed darkly.

> “Oh, I know. But blood bonds aren’t so easily broken. Especially when they bind the Sakamaki bloodline.”

He turned to you with a wicked grin,

“You’ve been marked now, little one. But the question is—will you survive what that means?”

You swallowed hard. Fear and adrenaline surged. Yet beneath it all, a strange strength bubbled inside you.

> “I’m not afraid,” you said firmly.

Kino’s smile faltered.

Suddenly, Subaru moved.

> “Stay behind me,” he commanded.

You didn’t hesitate.

Together, you stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the threat.

Kino’s expression darkened.

> “So be it,” he said,

“but know this — the Sakamaki curse runs deep. You’re tied to us forever now, Yumi. And that means danger will follow.”

Before either of you could respond, Kino vanished into shadow, leaving behind a chilling whisper:

> “I’m watching. Waiting.”

Subaru let out a breath he’d been holding.

> “I won’t let him hurt you. Not ever.”

You looked up at him, heart pounding.

> “Then let me fight by your side.”

His red eyes shone with gratitude and something softer.

> “Together,” he agreed.

Outside, the crimson moon glowed brighter, as if sealing your fate.

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To be continued…

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