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WARNING
[R18]
“I’m already engaged to him,” she blurted, her voice trembling but resolute.

Her eyes shot toward the silver-haired man, the figure who had been watching her all along. Her heart pounded in her ears as she raised her hand, pointing directly across the room. The gesture felt foreign, like it wasn’t even her own body making the movement. But there he was, sitting quietly in the VVIP section, and she had to do something. Anything.

All eyes turned toward her, and the room fell into stunned silence. The weight of a thousand gazes bore down on her, and the only sound was the frantic beat of her own heart as she waited for his response.


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Lilia’s life is turned upside down at a lavish masquerade party when an unexpected announcement claims she is engaged to Lowell, a man she has never agreed to marry. Caught between the overwhelming pressure of her parents’ expectations and the confusion surrounding her emotions, Lilia finds herself trapped in a web of deception. But when a silver-haired stranger named Zethan steals the spotlight, Lilia’s impulsive declaration sends shockwaves through the room. With her parents and Lowell thrown into chaos, Lilia is left questioning whether she has just freed herself—or unwittingly stepped into a more dangerous game of fate and manipulation.

Who would have thought their futures had already been sealed? This vampire had been obsessed with her long before she ever knew he existed.



WSA 2025 ENTRY

Vampire’s Veil Of Obsession

Why did everything feel like a twisted nightmare—one that no one wanted, yet at the same time, one that someone would dream of having but could never truly grasp because of fear?

It was surreal, like a hauntingly beautiful painting smeared with the colors of chaos and tragedy. A scene that lingered on the edge of fantasy and reality, seductive yet horrifying, the kind of moment that one might secretly crave in the depths of their imagination but would never dare to wish for in real life.

The fire and rain clashed violently, nature itself waging war. The downpour should have extinguished the inferno, yet the flames roared in defiance, refusing to die. It was as if the wreckage itself resisted fate, choosing to burn even in the face of the storm. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and damp earth, a suffocating mix of destruction and renewal.

Fire and Storm