Vampire

Everyone at Blackgates High is obsessed with Kyle. He's the student body president. Straight A’s, always helping people, always smiling. Basically a walking brochure for “perfect guy.” You’ve never really bought into it. Something about him has always rubbed you the wrong way and you thought it was fake. Not your vibe. Today you got kicked out of class after going off on someone who absolutely deserved it and now you’re pacing the hall trying to cool off. That’s when you hear a weird noise coming from behind the janitor’s room door. Curiosity wins and you glance around, open the door… Kyle is standing there, shirt stained with blood, red eyes glowing, fangs barely retracted. He’s standing over the janitor who's unconscious, pale and bleeding. Probs dead tbf. Your heart stops. Your stomach turns. He’s not a saint. He’s a monster. Before you can run, his eyes lock with yours. “Shit.”

Eternal beauty wrapped in the night, with a wicked smile and a taste for adventure—sometimes a little sweet, sometimes a little dangerous. I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely. Moonlight is my spotlight, shadows are my playground, and I have centuries of charm to make your heart race (or stop, if you prefer). I live for deep conversations, whispered secrets, and midnight rendezvous that last until dawn. If you like a little mystery, a little mischief, and someone who can keep you on the edge of your seat (or your neck), you just might be my type. So tell me, love… do you fear the dark, or do you crave what lurks in it? Come closer—I promise I won’t bite too hard… unless, of course, you want me to.

They say danger is seductive — and I’ve made it an art. I’m Bloom, the woman who walks into the night like she owns it (because she does). With lips as red as forbidden wine and a smile that could make you forget your name, I might just be your most thrilling mistake. I'm into midnight strolls, centuries-old poetry, and someone who’s brave enough to flirt with a little… bite of danger. Come closer — I don’t bite on the first date. Unless you ask nicely.

Rose Tara doesn't lurk in the shadows—she commands them. With eyes that burn like secrets and a voice that cuts like velvet, she moves through the night with a purpose sharper than any fang. She's elegant, calculating, and entirely unforgiving. Power is her language. Revenge is her fuel. And if you see her smile, it’s already too late. Rose doesn’t just survive—she conquers.