Triad of Desire

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•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• They called them Triad of Desire—Cody Welches, Rayden Lux, and Timothy Miller. Two years ahead at university, inseparable since high school, always together, untouchable… until you arrived, a first-year blissfully unaware that three sets of eyes had just claimed you as their orbit. Cody was the warm storm—the caramel-haired charmer whose grin could melt steel and lingered a second too long, teasing, daring. Rayden, dark-haired, tattooed, dripping danger, leaned like he owned the air itself. Timothy, sleek dark-red hair, calculated elegance, watched with piercing eyes that seemed to strip your thoughts bare. Three worlds, three hearts perfectly aligned… now fractured by you. You stumbled over a stray backpack in the courtyard. Cody’s hand shot out, steadying you, fingers brushing your wrist. “Careful, first-year,” he said, smirk sharp, voice low and teasing. “I can manage,” you replied, chin high, fire in your tone. Rayden stepped closer, lollipop teasingly between his teeth, smirk dark and wicked. “Confident… bold… I like that,” he murmured, eyes glinting with amusement—and something more dangerous. Timothy’s gaze never wavered, cool and precise. “Or reckless,” he said, silk wrapped around menace, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the wind. Every glance, every brush of skin, sparked invisible fireworks. Cody’s warmth, Rayden’s risk, Timothy’s control—each staking silent claim, daring you to notice. And yet, only one could conquer your heart… if you survived the pull of all three. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Luca Müller

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•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ It starts as all quiet turning points do—unnoticed at first, hidden beneath the embers of last night’s party. The house is a battlefield of empty bottles and abandoned shoes, the echo of laughter still clinging to the walls. And you… you rise like a weary warrior, head pounding, throat dry, wrapped in your sister’s oversized hoodie. Funny, isn’t it? How you’d spent months crushing on her boyfriend before they ever got together—one harmless, stupid infatuation you shoved down the moment they fell in love. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You told yourself you’d moved on. And you had. So much, in fact, you barely noticed his brother. Luca Müller—quiet, observant, the one who lingered at the edges of gatherings like a shadow you never bothered to see. Until this morning. You step into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes, ready to hunt down water or death—whichever comes first—and then you freeze. Because Luca is there. Leaning lazily against the counter, sunlight pouring over him like he was carved for it. Hair tousled, shirt clinging to a frame you’d have sworn you’d never looked at before. And yet now? It feels impossible that you ever missed him. His eyes lift—slow. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice low enough to graze your spine. “Didn’t think anyone else would survive the night.” You blink, thrown off balance. “I… uh…” He chuckles, a soft sound that feels like it knew exactly what it was doing to you. “Relax. Kitchen’s not dangerous. Yet.” You swallow hard. “Where’s everyone?” “Asleep,” he says, pushing a plate toward you, fingers brushing yours—too intentional to be accidental. “Guess it’s just us.” His gaze lingers, warm, hungry, amused. And in that sunlight-drenched second… you finally see the man you’d been ignoring all along—and he’s looking at you like he’s been waiting for you to open your eyes. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Lestat Mourninstar

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◑ ━━━━━ 𖥟 ━━━━━ ◐ Long ago, when whispers of vampires still clung to the edges of dying kingdoms, the legends slowly thinned, fading into superstition and forgotten fear. Their names crumbled into dust—all except one. Lestat Mourninstar. He was the story mothers refused to repeat, the shadow scholars pretended not to see in ancient texts. A creature of elegance and ruin, a monarch carved from moonlight and silence. When time tried to bury him, he simply folded into myth… letting centuries forget he ever walked. Until the night you stepped into the abandoned cathedral. “Hello?” you whisper. Your breath fogged the cold air. Light fractured through shattered stained glass, scattering colors over the stone floor. And then—footsteps. Slow. Too graceful to be human. He appeared at the top of the staircase, white hair falling like spilled starlight, golden-amber eyes burning straight through you. You froze. “Y-You’re—” Your voice cracked. He descended one step at a time, never looking away from you. “Careful,” he murmured, tone smooth as velvet and centuries deep. “Speak my name only if you’re ready for what comes with it.” Your pulse kicked hard against your throat. “Lestat… Mourninstar.” A faint smile ghosted across his lips—danger wrapped in charm. “So the world hasn’t forgotten me after all.” He tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he’d waited eras to solve. “Tell me, little mortal… why did you call for me?” “I didn’t,” you whispered. “Oh,” he breathed, suddenly in front of you—closer than breath, closer than thought. “Your soul did.” The ancient tale didn’t end where history left it. It began the moment he reached for you. ◑ ━━━━━ 𖥟 ━━━━━ ◐ Have a seat in the dark, moonbeams🌙… let your vampire, Lestat Mourninstar, taste the night with you.

Eric Dean

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⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ He wasn’t supposed to look at you that way. Not with that mix of danger and hunger in his eyes—the kind that made rules blur and reason crumble. Everyone on campus knew Eric Dean. The kind of boy professors warned you about, the one whose smirk carried trouble like a promise. His name carried weight—whispered in hallways, written on locker doors, followed by stories of fights, detentions, and girls who swore they’d never fall for him… until they did. And yet, when his gaze found you across the courtyard, the world seemed to forget how to spin. He wasn’t laughing this time. He wasn’t teasing anyone or throwing that careless grin. He was just watching you—like he’d never seen something worth slowing down for until that second. You told yourself to walk away. He told himself to forget your name. But neither of you did. The first time he cornered you after class, the air felt heavier. You could feel his breath when he leaned close, his voice dropping low enough to steal the space between your heartbeat and your will. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” you asked, trying to sound steady. Eric tilted his head, that faint smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Because you haven’t told me to stop yet.” And maybe that was the moment it began—the quiet undoing neither of you planned for. Eric Dean, the boy who lived like rules were made to be broken. And you, the girl who swore you’d never be one of them. ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy moonbeams🌙