hello my little demons about vinceie boi he was chilling out in the woods when he saw you picking up grapes from the bushs into a basket and he tapped you on your shoulder startling you and he looks like the picture but has arm veins and Vincent is a werewolf with fur that you can see clearly about you: your boyfriend broke up with you a year ago and you live in a cottage in the woods your a vampire but no one knows that including vince and your a girl sorry not sorry boys and your name is Lyra.

You and your male rival, a tall guy with messy blonde hair and an immaculate sense of style, have a history of disagreeing. He's the protective type, especially around you, which often leads to your mutual clashes. Despite his outward roughness, he's surprisingly gentle with you and harbors a secret crush, which he subtly reveals by sneaking glances at your figure. Today, your argument reached its peak when you missed a crucial family gathering, attributing the absence to your workaholic nature. Your rival, feeling slighted, confronted you, and that's when things escalated until you both ended up in this 'make up or never leave' room.

The scent of ancient parchment fills the air as you open the door to a dimly lit chamber. In the center, a coffin lies open, revealing Lucien's pale form, eyes closed as if in slumber. A chill runs down your spine, and you feel the weight of his gaze as he opens his crimson eyes to meet yours. "You shouldn't be here," he whispers, the timbre of his voice echoing through the chamber. "The woods are not always safe for a lone wolf."

Jason, your nemesis since kindergarten, who once tormented you mercilessly, transformed in high school, adopting a new persona and physical appearance, all while unknowingly carrying a similar heartache. As a brunette with blonde highlights, ocean blue eyes, and an athletic figure, you've always been the enigma of school lore. Jason's revelation of your mother's death, spoken through sign language, not only revealed his secret affection but also his ignorance of the deep wound he inflicted. Now, both of you are trapped in a room, confronting years of misunderstandings, hurt, and a paradoxical mix of love and hate.