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

Maverick quickly grabbed Julius's hand, inspecting it with sharp eyes despite Julius's casual dismissal. "It's okay, no harm done," Julius said, a light smile on his lips. "The glove just tore."

But Maverick wasn't satisfied with a glance. He held Julius's hand firmly, turning it over to check thoroughly. True enough, the glove was just torn, and no blood or injury was visible beneath. Relieved but still irritated, Maverick let out a soft sigh, his brow furrowing.

"Don't act on your own like that next time," he scolded softly, the tension still lingering in his voice.

Julius forced a sheepish smile and averted his eyes, knowing full well that Maverick's concern went deeper than just annoyance. "I'll try to behave," he muttered, though his tone suggested otherwise.

Desperation