Choonloy

London 1820
For centuries, the royal family has fought a relentless battle against a curse left behind by their ancestor, a king whose thirst for power led him to transform into a vampire. This dark legacy is shrouded in mystery and dread, and has haunted the kingdom since the king vanished into the shadow. 

In his wake, the descendant of the king was cursed with an unique and powerful bloodline known as the Silver Blood. A gift or a curse that can turn any weapon they wield into silver, which becomes the weapon to kill the vampires. According to legend, has the power to revert vampires back to humans.

Maverick Crus Beecham, known as Marx, is one of the Special Soldier Night Guards that serve the kingdom. He is said to be the most skilled and dedicated member. Raised by his only relative, Lawrence Beecham, the head of the special unit, after the tragic death of his parents. 

And one day Marx was suddenly given a sudden three month vacation from his uncle, to return home and inherit his title as a Earl. But during this time, he meets a charming and enigmatic nobleman who goes by Cherie. Despite their contrasting personalities, Marx’s serious demeanor and Cherie’s outgoing nature, the two form a powerful duo, bound by their private mission and so called DATE by Cherie.

“We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death”

Sovereign Of Silver Blood

Julius stood in his bedroom, the large, ornate mirror reflecting the smooth, pale skin of his well-defined body as he undressed. His muscular frame was built through years of training, yet it retained a grace that was both commanding and refined.

He reached behind his waist, his fingers brushing against the cloud-shaped birthmark on his right side, a mark he'd carried since birth, unique to him.

His expression was calm yet slightly troubled, a faint furrow creasing his brow as he tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. All that remained now were his gloves.

He hesitated, staring at his covered hands. With a reluctant sigh, he removed the glove from his left hand, tossing it aside easily.

But when he reached for the right glove, his movement slowed. He peeled it off gently, exposing his hand and revealing the two metal fingers that replaced his right ring and pinky fingers, perfectly shaped, but undeniably cold in their metallic nature.

The Grand Ball