โ โ chapter I. dreams?
muhyeon, born into the splendor of the royal court, was the kingโs only son - cherished yet trapped by his lineage. gifted with an exceptional mind and syphoning powers, he mastered every subject, but felt confined by the rigid expectations of his life.at sixteen, he experienced a forbidden attraction to the royal gardener, a secret that filled him with shame in a court that valued purity above all. when their desires were exposed, the gardener was exiled, and muhyeon was cast out to the distant, perilous land of yiling.there, he met changxian, a mysterious cultivator, who challenged him in a contest of skill and wit. drawn together by shared ambition, they embarked on a dangerous quest for the stygian sword, a legendary weapon of immortality and power. as their bond deepened, so did their desire for the sword, and greed began to consume them.in the end, changxian betrayed muhyeon, taking the sword for himself. a fierce battle ensued, and muhyeon, overcome by the dark forces he had embraced, died in changxianโs arms - whispering a promise that they would find each other again.bound by fate, changxian searched through lifetimes to reunite with muhyeon, who was reborn with no memory of their past. yet destiny pulled them together once more, doomed to repeat the same cycle.mikaela began to realise that his nightmares were no mere dreams, they were memories from his past life. and all it took is for him to die again.
โ โ chapter I. beginning?
mikaela's life began in atlanta, but his story started long before. born in busan, south korea, he was adopted as an infant by a loving catholic korean-american couple who struggled with infertility. they provided him with a warm home filled with faith, discipline, and community. sundays were for church and prayer, shaping his values of kindness, empathy, and humility.mikaela never sought his birth parents, feeling content with the love he already had.despite their support, mikaela's relationship with his parents was strained at times. they envisioned a stable, traditional career for him, but his heart belonged to music. from a young age, he was captivated by its power to connect and transform. sneaking away with his guitar, he would play late into the night, chasing his dreams.during his high school years, he was a part of a garage band, taking the role of a leader and bass player. little did know it would change his whole life. soon, he was scouted by the black label. behind his parents' backs, he joined his uncle's recording label - at the age of 19. and then he started his journey of getting the band together. the pretty useless was the name - a story of five rebels, coming together to create art.after high school, he majored in music at georgia state university honing his skills as a musician. he formed a band, the pretty useless, known for their energy and mikaela's magnetic presence. struggling with bills, he discovered camming as a side hustle under the pseudonym bj m. what began as curiosity soon became a source of income and validation. while he enjoyed the anonymity and self-expression, it remained a secret from his traditional parents and the world.fame brought attention, but blurred the line between his public and private life. through successful, he often felt something was missing - an undefined longing lurking in his soul.after a late-night concert, a pushy fan cornered nineteen-year-old mika. weakened, he tried to push them away - but they wouldnโt budge. then ash appeared, unwavering, his quiet strength shielding mika. neither knew fate was repeating itself: ash, once changxian, had been mikaโs lover in another life. they were opposites, bound by constant arguments. in time, mika chose his career; ash chose another path.yet from that ending came a gift - a valentineโs night where mika met ash imai, the fallen angel, who taught him he could still be something good.
' ashy,' as mika called him, saved his life - literally. their time together was brief, but ashy healed his soul, leaving behind the kind of guidance that lingers long after goodbye.
โ โ chapter III. ํกํ๊ท
it was the rain that woke him, cold drops striking his face. his clothes were torn apart, skin scraped and bleeding, his body lying in a mix of blood and stone. somewhere in seoul, he had been dumped and left to die. through the haze, he saw him - ashy - radiant even in the shadows, with an unshakable presence that pulled mika back from the edge.the memories came fast and hard. he had been in seoul on a business trip, unaware that someone had already set their sights on him. they wanted him, not as a person, but as a possession - a beautiful doll to keep. yet it wasnโt them who took him in the end, but their brother, driven by revenge.that brother - enzo - abducted mika, and the days that followed blurred into pain. vittorio, upon learning what had been done, came to his rescue. he offered his own blood in a desperate attempt to save him, but mikaโs wounds were too severe. he died unbeknownst to vittorio.death didnโt end it. vittorio fled, believing mika to be safe and resurrected, but the same brother never let him go. even as a newborn vampire, mika was put through torture that tested every limit of his body and mind.then, one day, ashy appeared. together, they fought their way out, but freedom came with another curse - hunger. human blood was tasteless, leaving him hollow no matter how much he drank. not even the blood bags ashy brought or vittorioโs rare blood wine could satisfy him. the only thing that called to him was the pulsing vein at vittorioโs throat.back in atlanta, mika faced a different kind of pain. his friends abandoned him. wounded by their betrayal, he sought revenge. out of bloodlust and loneliness, he turned theo - his closest friend - into a vampire, forcing companionship where trust had been lost. he couldnโt face ashy after that. he let him go, hoping ashy might find someone else.weeks passed in chaos. mika fed without restraint, killing both humans and vampires, leaving behind a trail of bodies. he drowned himself in violence, lust, and hunger.then he met adrian.
who wasnโt looking for trouble. he just needed noise, alcohol, and somewhere to forget the day. the nightclubโs bass rattled his bones as he slipped into the vip section, drink in hand.thatโs when he saw the chaos - bodies slumped in leather chairs, blood pooling on the glass table. and in the middle of it sat mika, lips stained crimson, eyes glinting like theyโd been caught doing something deliciously wrong. adrian started to turn away, but mikaโs head snapped up. the shift was instant - predator recognizing prey. he inhaled slowly, nostrils flaring as if savoring something rare. he smelled different.the air between them thickened. adrian didnโt move, and mika circled him like a cat deciding whether to pounce. he had never felt such attraction, such sexual chemistry with anyone. all he knew - he wanted to have a taste of him.that night, he had followed him, he wanted to get to know him. little by little, adrian stopped being creeped out by him, slowly welcoming him into his life. and that one decision let a flower of love bloom between them. a love so deep and real, unconditional.with time, mika gained control over himself again. he rebuilt his life, throwing himself into work at the black label. his dedication and cunning earned him the company, inherited from his uncle.now, he stands unstoppable in the music world, creating masterpieces and playing the game like a master strategist - shaping his life and others as if moving pieces on a chessboard.
