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 in his office, a deep sense of frustration settling in his chest as he lazily skimmed through another document.

His elbow rested on the desk, and his cheek leaned heavily against his hand. Papers piled up in front of him, but none of them held his interest.

His assistant stood nearby, ever watchful, a silent reminder that Ardent Pitt had placed him there to ensure Julius stayed confined—no chance of slipping away, no room for rebellion.

Julius sighed softly as he finished one page and pushed it to the side. Grabbing another, he let his eyes glaze over the text, but it barely registered in his mind.

The only sound in the room was the relentless ticking of the clock, each second dragging longer than the last.

"Coffee," Julius muttered, his voice void of energy.

"Understood." The assistant immediately responded, ringing a small bell. Within seconds, a butler entered the room.

Delivery