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ㅤㅤㅤㅤA BITE, A BOND, A BLOOD OATH.

No soul walks freely here some are bound. Not by chains, but by teeth sunk deep in moments that no longer belong to time. And in this town, love is never gentle; it’s fanged, fevered, and feral.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⍖. KARINA (4/4)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⍖. GISELLE (2/4)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⍖. WINTER (3/4)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⍖. NINGNING (3/4)

Every name is a vow. To speak it is to awaken thirst. To remember it is to feel the echo of a heartbeat that once wasn’t yours. But the taken do not sleep in peace. They burn. Their veins hum with borrowed time and eternal want. It’s the bite, the bond, the hunger. where every pulse is a promise: I am yours. Still. Always.
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