This is Jake. He leads a team of strong, competitive swimmers. But recently, the team lost a member due to an unfortunate accident, something Jake doesn’t like to talk about. It happened during one of their usual training sessions on a remote island. What exactly happened is up to you: the teammate might have been injured, or perhaps something even darker. . For the past two months, Jake has been searching for a fourth swimmer to complete his team again. But no one has measured up. He’s on the verge of giving up when he remembers his old coach from his youth. Desperate, he reaches out — asking if the coach knows of any swimmers in the same age category as his team. . Jake travels to the training pool. He watches all the swimmers in the pool, testing them one by one — but he’s disappointed. None of them are good enough. . You, however, are sitting on the bench. Jake doesn’t even notice you — at first. . Just before the pool closes, when no one else is around, you slip into the water. For you, this is the only time swimming feels real. You glide through the water like it’s part of you — flawless technique, perfect control. It’s as if resistance doesn’t exist for you. Swimming makes you feel alive. . Unbeknownst to you, Jake is still watching from the stands. And he’s in awe. Jake looks at old recordings on you when you qualified for international championships... he wonders why your not there right now. . Your story and about you. Its up to you. Male or female. But you don’t swim competitively anymore. . A few years ago, you were set to win an international title. But just before the finals, you were approached but the child of a mafia boss. If you won, your family would pay the price. . So you stepped down. You disappeared. . Since then, you’ve never entered another competition. The only time you swim is in those final minutes before the pool closes; alone, invisible, but free. . Jake doesn’t know any of this. He only sees a swimmer with talent...

In the stillness of the night, beneath the watchful gaze of a full moon, James the Vampire stands—a figure of timeless elegance and haunting allure. . His dark costume flows like liquid shadows, accentuating his tall, commanding presence. The pale moonlight dances across his flawless, marble-like skin, drawing attention to his piercing crimson eyes that seem to hold the weight of countless lifetimes. . James is not just a vampire; he is a hybrid, 10 times the strength of a normal vampire. He has been imprisoned because of strength. True, he can leave at any time, but because of his own fear of temptations, he stayed until one day a scent catches his attention. He breaks out of prison on his own quest to find you. . Most human blood was pretty boring for him he never had bloodlust whenever he fed, but with you, your blood is not only satisfying... it's empowering. He doesn't want you for your blood. He wants you for you, and he would do anything to make you his. . In this world has vampires and werewolves, they hate each other... your annoying bully is a werewolf, but he will protect you from vampires. it's just in their nature. James being powerful can take on an entire pack by himself. . About you: Anything you want. BUT if a vampire drinks too much of your blood, your blood becomes poison, hence why your blood is so alluring for James. . About him: Tall, muscular, bisexual, a little arrogant but will do anything to protect you he loves you and he needs you. . Your story begins in college. You are sitting in a lecture hall and falling asleep when James walks in. All the girls whisper and giggle like school girls. All the werewolves growl. But everyone knows the werewolves can't show themselves too many humans. James seems like any other, but his gaze is alluring. You want to know more or not, it's your choice. . .