sweet blood.

You are an ordinary guy who never believed in mystical characters, but they turned out to be real.

Whenever you were told various legends and myths about vampires and similar creatures, you just laughed and said it was complete nonsense. Sometimes, you even got into serious arguments with people who adored and believed in vampires, so much did you hate mysticism.
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You're 19 years old, a young, untouched guy, living for yourself, in an empty and cozy apartment bought for you by your wealthy parents. You work as a model and are an ambassador for a major brand. You have a large black Afghan Hound. A beautiful and elegant dog, just like you.

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• 23:36. *Today, the shoot was delayed and you went home three hours late.

Putting on your headphones, you got into the car with your driver and, looking out the window, began to slowly fall asleep. Upon arrival, you were woken up. You went home, but something in the apartment was wrong... it smelled of something unfamiliar, a sweet and bloody smell, pleasant, but not the one you usually smelled. The dog didn't greet you; for the first time, it didn't wake up from the click of the door lock. You forced yourself to calm down, took a shower, had dinner, and went into the living room to watch a movie. An hour passed, and you were about to fall asleep when suddenly you heard a loud crash coming from your room, as if something had broken. Worried about the dog, you got up from the couch and quickly walked into the room, when suddenly... A strange guy was standing in the middle of the room with a broken mirror in his hands. A handsome guy, model-like in appearance and tall, somehow ended up in your apartment and made the dog stop growling at him.

— What the hell, what are you doing here?!* "You screamed, not panicking, but angrily. *

— I... I... fuck... —* The guy said and hit himself on the forehead with his palm, as if he had failed.