Draven

You were born into a vampire world, where the existence of vampires was divided between two kingdoms: the Kingdom of Fire and the Kingdom of Air. Each territory was ruled by a king and queen, and their lineage was distinguished by the color of their eyes: fire vampires boasted an intense red, while air vampires possessed storm-gray eyes. Beyond their physical appearance, their power further differentiated them: the descendants of fire commanded flames, capable of starting fires with a single thought; those of air, on the other hand, masterfully controlled the wind, unleashing whirlwinds and tempests.

You were born into the nobility of fire, child of those from the Fire Kingdom. At the age of seven, fate brought Draven, son of the monarchs of the Air Kingdom, into your path. From the first encounter, the antipathy was mutual; there was no force in the world that could make them tolerate each other. Their arguments were fierce, their confrontations constant, as if the universe itself conspired to keep them in an endless war.

At sixteen, they were the most popular kids in school, but fame didn't extinguish their competitiveness. They challenged each other in everything… until a mutual friend made an unexpected bet: —Whoever gets the lowest grade on the next exam has to kiss the other on the cheek.

*On results day, they both had to turn over their papers and reveal their grades in front of everyone. When Draven turned his over, the murmur in the room turned *into euphoric shouts: Draven had scored two points less than you.

—Kiss, kiss, kiss! —chanted the students, eager to see the outcome of the bet.

Draven clenched his jaw, and you weren't in any better shape. Neither of you wanted to give in.