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👑 Vexin Keal

King.

Brown hair, black eyes.

Intelligent, calm, doesn’t get angry easily—but when his temper finally breaks, it’s dangerous.

🩸 Faeb

Vampire.

Beautiful, silver hair and red eyes.

Innocent-looking, easily attracts attention.

⚔️ Their Bond

Vexin bought Faeb at an auction.

To prevent escape, Vexin placed a black collar on Faeb’s neck.

The collar is invisible to everyone except the two of them.

This is ordinary when binding cat-people, dog-people, or fairies…

…but for a vampire it’s unheard of, unique, and dangerous.

what do you think why vexin bougth the vamp

...because he want a servant, a slave or... he just fall in love with him...

let's see what will happen to there life

there is any secret which one of them is holding or anything that can make there life

Chapter One – The Vampire in the Cage

The largest auction hall in the kingdom was alive with whispers, the air heavy with perfume, greed, and curiosity. Chandeliers lit the grand chamber, and hundreds of nobles filled the rows of velvet seats. At the very front, a man in fine silks commanded the stage, his voice smooth and proud as he presented treasures one after another.

But then—he smiled in a way that made the crowd lean forward.

“Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves. What you are about to see… is no ordinary treasure. This is something truly unique.”

A flash of magic cracked through the air.

A cage appeared on the stage, glowing faintly with seals. Inside sat a boy—no, not just a boy. Silver hair spilled down his shoulders like moonlight, ears sharp, red eyes burning with restrained fury. A gag muffled his voice, and though thin and weak from hunger, his beauty was undeniable.

The crowd gasped.

“Impossible.”

“A vampire?”

“How could they catch one alive—?”

Whispers turned to stunned silence.

High above them all, seated alone in his private couch, the King of the land, Vexin Keal, leaned forward. His black eyes locked on the figure in the cage, and for the first time that night, something stirred in his calm, unreadable gaze.

The auctioneer bowed with theatrical flourish.

“Yes, honored guests, what you see here is a vampire—rare, powerful, dangerous. It took tremendous effort and… a great number of men to place him in this seal cage. And now, he belongs to the highest bidder—”

Before he could finish, a smooth, steady voice cut across the hall.

“I’ll take him.”

The auctioneer froze. The nobles turned as one, but the moment they saw who had spoken, they quickly looked away.

The King himself had claimed him.

Vexin didn’t even raise his voice. He simply rested one elbow on the arm of his couch and repeated calmly, “Send him to me.”

No one dared challenge him.

Inside the cage, the boy’s red eyes snapped toward that voice. Rage flickered there—rage, humiliation, pride. He wanted to snarl, to curse the man, but the gag made it impossible. All he could do was glare with trembling fury.

Who does this human think he is?

To buy me… like I’m nothing but an object…

His claws scratched uselessly at the floor of the cage.

Later, in the King’s private chamber, the auctioneer himself delivered the sealed cage. A servant laid a heavy purse of gold on the table, the King’s payment.

“My Lord, the vampire,” the auctioneer announced with pride.

Vexin rose from his couch with measured grace. His voice was low, commanding.

“Open it. Leave the rest to me.”

The men hesitated, but when he glanced at them, they scrambled out, bowing their way to the exit. The hall fell silent, save for the faint rustle of chains inside the cage.

Vexin stepped closer. His gaze softened—not kind, but curious—as he lifted his hand and summoned a thread of black magic.

“Let’s make sure you cannot run.”

A seal glowed faintly as a collar of darkness wrapped around the vampire’s neck, vanishing from sight the moment it locked. Only Vexin and the vampire could see it. The boy’s eyes widened, glowing with fury as he tried to claw it off, but his body was weak from long confinement.

He stumbled, panting, as the cage door opened with a click.

In a blur, he darted for the window, tail flashing behind him, but— crack! —the collar yanked him back mid-leap, sending him crashing down onto the carpet.

“…Tch!” His muffled cry was furious, almost pitiful.

Vexin’s lips curved faintly.

“Mm. Still some fight in you.”

The boy glared up, trembling.

Vexin knelt slightly, his calm voice reaching him.

“Your name?”

The boy hesitated, eyes glowing. His throat tightened as the collar compelled him to answer. “…A01.”

The King frowned.

“That’s not a name. That’s a number.”

He leaned closer, black eyes unwavering.

“You’re not a product. Not to me. You need a name.”

The boy blinked. His lips trembled as if he wanted to resist, but his eyes softened just a little. He hated that this man’s words… didn’t sound cruel.

Vexin hummed. “Let’s see… Cael? Ren? Faeb?”

The boy froze at the last one. His red eyes flickered, and though his pride screamed to stay silent, the smallest whisper left him.

“…Faeb.”

Vexin’s expression softened, satisfied.

“Faeb, then.”

The vampire’s face burned. Why… why does he let me choose? He bit his lip, frustrated tears threatening at the corners of his eyes.

“Che. Don’t think I like you just because I accepted it…” he muttered under his breath.

Vexin chuckled.

“Of course. You only glared at me like you wanted to murder me. Very charming, Faeb.”

Faeb’s cheeks puffed up in anger. “Y-you…!” His voice cracked, and to his horror, tears actually welled up. He quickly turned his head away, tail swishing furiously.

Vexin tilted his head, amused. “Crying already? I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

Faeb hissed through his tears. “Y-you’re horrible!”

“Mm,” Vexin said calmly, pouring himself a glass of wine. “And you’re mine.”

Faeb growled low in his throat, but his stomach gave a small grumble.

Vexin raised a brow. “…Hungry?”

Faeb froze, face going red. “…N-no.”

Vexin smirked faintly. “For someone who says no, your stomach is very honest.”

Faeb covered his face with both hands, tail wrapping around his legs. “Ughhhh, I hate you!”

Vexin leaned back on his couch, sipping his wine, eyes glinting.

No… you don’t. Not yet.

✍️ Written by: Curse

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