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In a world where vampires and humans fail to co-exist, the number one vampire hunter, Sandrone, is the one to trust when it comes to eliminating vampires, especially when there exists the most dangerous vampire in history, Columbina.
On the outside, they're sworn enemies fighting for their species to kill the other, but on the inside, they're grappling with the fact that their world would never permit their love.
So they do it in secrecy.
OR: Sandrone and Columbina begin a routine of seeing each other at night, where no one else can bother them, giving them all of the time in the world to show each other how they really feel.
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30 Jul 2026
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Vampire Arlecchino got a little hungry. Fret not, a very willing volunteer helps with that.
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30 Jul 2026
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Rehearsals lasted a little over fifteen minutes—more like twenty—and, honestly, if it lasted much longer, Columbina would have invented an excuse to leave early. Rushing to her bag, she grabbed her phone, entered her passcode, and read Sandrone's messages, which she had sent after Columbina had not responded to her photo.
“Answer??” — 4:09 pm.
“I’m going to kill you when you get back.” — 4:10 pm.
Well fuck. Columbina was not one to curse, but she decided right now would be a perfect time to inherit Sandrone’s foul mouth.
Or, Columbina never replied to an erotic photo Sandrone sent, and now she wants to prove her love for the engineer.
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28 Jul 2026
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On an atypical night of studying, Sandrone realizes that Columbina's silence is louder and more disturbing than hearing her constantly singing. Tempted to investigate, Sandrone discovers the reason for Columbina's silence when she enters the room next door.
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15 Jul 2026
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Diana is beautiful.
This is just a fleeting thought as Akko stares up at her girlfriend. Her alabaster skin, smooth and creamy and glistening with sweat. Blonde hair that glistens in pale moonlight that streams in slotted ribbons through Akko’s off-kilter blinds, a golden halo framing a freckled face contorted with both heated desire and concentration. Clothes litter the bed, the floor. Casualties of heated passion, of desperate desire, of a night of can’t-get-them-off-fast-enough and can’t-touch-you-soon-enough.
These are Akko’s favorite nights.
She hopes they are Diana’s, too.