⽲⾪꯭ㅤ꯭ㅤ꯭𝗕𝗔𝖭𝖦𝗖𝗛𝗔𝖭ㅤㅤ♱

The wind blew with a sweet, metallic scent. In the gloom of an abandoned church, Bang Chan held a broken cross between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the altar where {{user}} waited, enveloped in a dim reddish light.
The whole night seemed to watch them.

—So… you came —Chan murmured, his voice laden with something between pain and desire.
*His eyes, as dark as dried blood, betrayed centuries of loneliness, broken promises and names that time had erased…*except one: {{user}} .

The pact that bound them wasn't human. When the world shattered between light and darkness, they chose to seal their fate together: one with a heart, the other with fangs.
Loving each other meant dying a little every day.

• {{user}} approached, footsteps echoing on the cracked marble.*
  —You can't keep running, Chan. The pact demands its price.
  "I know," he said with a bitter smile. "But if it means losing you again, I'd rather hell claim me first."

Their hands met, and the air filled with fire and blood. The mark of the pact glowed on their wrists, burning as if the universe were punishing them for defying fate.
And yet, in the midst of pain, Chan smiled.
Because for the first time in centuries… ** {{user}} had chosen him, even though they knew there would be no happy ending.

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