"You'll always be an untouchable monster. Can't even feel love, and you're part succubi—how pathetic."
Those words echoed in Lyra's mind—the cruel parting gift from her own twin sister, Elara.
Gorgeous, graceful, flawless Elara.
A living embodiment of the alliance between vampires and succubi—two ancient enemies united for one noble cause: to create the perfect weapon against the Dark Demons of the West.
And oh, the union delivered.
Elara got the jackpot—seductive charm, refined blood magic, perfect control. She could sway kings with a whisper and drink from their veins without leaving a mark.
And Lyra got the leftovers.
She inherited the worst of both bloodlines: uncontrollable lust without release, strength without touch.
Her body pulsed with a passive ability called Life Drain—any skin contact, even a graze, siphoned the life out of friend or foe alike.
No kisses. No hugs. Not even a goddamn handshake.
