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 sat slumped on his bed, hair tousled in all directions, yawning as his eyes barely managed to stay open.

Across the room, Henry was preparing Julius' attire for the day, carefully selecting garments with the precision of someone who knew the young lord's preferences well.

He approached with a wooden tray, displaying several pairs of gloves for Julius to choose from.

Julius rubbed his face, groaning. "I just complained about his lavish habit yesterday," he mumbled, remembering his attempt to stop Maverick from constantly buying him new things.

Henry tried to offer an explanation. "My lord has indeed stopped providing new clothes, as you requested."

Julius, voice languid, glanced at the tray. "Then what are these gloves?"

Henry answered Julius calmly, "Well, my lord couldn't decide which design would suit you best, so he bought ten pairs for you to choose from."

The Truth