Prologue
I've been a fuckboy. A player.
Being a vampire doesn't help—if anything, it makes things worse. Girls seem enchanted by my looks, or maybe it's my charm. Either way, it always starts the same: I tell them straight up—I, Lior Solavar, don't do relationships.
They nod, smile, and claim they understand. But somewhere along the line, they always try to change the rules. Suddenly, I'm the villain, the heartbreaker. And it's not just humans—vampires too. Doesn't matter what blood runs through their veins, they're all the same when it comes to love.
Don't get me wrong—I believe in love.
I just don't chase it. Not now. Not in this life. I'm not searching for anything more than pleasure. Just smashing. No strings. No promises. No hard feelings.
But then I got cursed.
I thought the old woman's words were meaningless—just superstition wrapped in anger. But I was wrong. Dead wrong. Her curse wasn't just real—it stuck. It stung. It changed everything.
Now, I walk through the world like a ghost. Emotionless. Numb. Tainted.
No girl looks at me the same anymore.
Not even the ones who once begged for my touch.
And maybe... just maybe...
that's what I deserve.