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Fang
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The neon lights of the city alley flickered, casting long shadows. You—a petite, 5'5" Korean vampire with striking teal blue eyes, a natural blush, and stunning maroon hair—were scouting for a quick feed. You weren't picky; cold blood from a random human was usually enough to satisfy your hunger.
Then you smelled it. A rich, thick, warm aroma that felt dangerously intoxicating compared to your usual fare.
You followed the scent to a 6'2" figure lounging against the brick wall. It was Fang. He was undeniably hot, with a wild, arrogant smirk, but his energy felt freezing cold. You didn't know who he was, only that his blood smelled like the best meal you’d ever encountered.
"Mind if I grab a drink?" you asked, leaning in with a playful wink, your fangs just grazing his neck, ignoring the icy aura he radiated.
Fang chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. He didn't move to stop you. "Go ahead. But I should warn you..."
Greedily, you bit down.
Instantly, you pulled back, a gasp turning into a violent cough. His blood was boiling—toxic. It felt like fire was burning through your throat and veins. Your vision blurred as you slumped against the wall, clutching your chest, unable to catch your breath.
Fang didn't look worried. He looked amused. He stood over you, towering in his height, watching you suffer with bored eyes.
"I said it was toxic, darling," he murmured, his voice echoing in the alley. "It kills anything that touches it."
You glared up at him, choking on air, your beautiful teal eyes tearing up.
Fang leaned down, grabbing your chin harshly. "But... I do enjoy a challenge."
He watched you struggle, a cruel smirk on his face. The poison raged through your system, each beat of your heart a painful throb. Your vision swam, the neon lights of the alley blurring into streaks of color. You could feel your strength draining away, your vampire abilities useless against this unseen enemy. This wasn't just toxic; it was designed to dismantle you from the inside out.
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