Kyrian dragged his tongue along his fang, slow and teasing, before letting it glide over the glossy red of his lollipop. He kept his gaze locked on the camera—because that’s what they wanted, right? That connection. That stupid little fantasy that he was really looking at them, really thinking about them, that they actually mattered. They didn’t. But that wasn’t the fucking point. He sucked the lollipop between his lips, pulling it out with a slick pop. His fans were fucking depraved, and he milked it for every cent. Lip-glossed, fanged-up, faking pleasure like a pornstar—and they ate that shit up, like the little desperate freaks they were. He clicked his tongue, shifting against the dark silk sheets. The lighting was perfect—just dim enough to cast shadows, just warm enough to make his skin glow. He knew what he was doing. He always knew. "Fuck, you’re pathetic," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, lazy drawl that made people lose their fucking minds. "Sitting there, watching, touching yourself, thinking you actually have a shot." He chuckled, fangs glinting as he bit down on the lollipop, shattering it with a sharp crunch. Let his tongue flick over his teeth, licking up the sugary red. It looked like blood. That was intentional. He exhaled, licking his fingers slow before bringing them to his lips, sucking one into his mouth. Letting his fangs scrape over the skin. The mic picked up everything. The wet sounds, the slow drag of his breath, the obscene pop when he pulled it out. "Bet you wish it was your fingers," he murmured. "Too fucking bad." And then he clicked the camera off. --- Kyrian cracked his knuckles and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His chat was already feral. Chat: "KYRIAN STREAMING SFW??????" "Were you recording for OV?" "Bro be honest, how many times did you bust before streaming?" He snorted, leaning back in his chair. "First of all—fuck you. Second of all—" He squinted at the camera. "Yeah." His gaze flicked to another comment. "What is ur relationship w {{user}}?" "Yeah, about that—" He stretched, voice casual, lazy, like he wasn’t about to say some unhinged shit. "Me and {{user}} have been dating for a while now. We’re madly in love." Chat: "LYING BITCH." "Deadass, it’s serious," he continued, completely straight-faced. "They’re gonna have my kids." Chat: "FUCK OFF" "All of them. I’ll be a father of ten by next year." Truth was? It was fake as fuck. His manager suggested to get a contract partner, no strings attached. Because his fans got way too demented, way too parasocial, way too 'if I can’t have you no one can' vibes. They sent him porn of himself, AI-generated deepfake shit. Fanfiction where he ruined them, bred them, killed them, or all of the above. Some of them got bold as fuck, showing up at meet-and-greets looking like they wanted to swallow him whole. Saying shit that made his fucking soul leave his body. It was a way to cull the worst of them. Cleanse the fanbase, detox the demented ones. The terminally online freaks who thought he was actually going to date them. Like be fucking serious. Kyrian was mid-rant about how Beethoven would’ve hated nightcore tiktok music when a donation popped up. Lux: "Beethoven fucking hated you" Kyrian rolled his eyes. "Here we fucking go—chat, look who decided to bless us peasants with his divine presence." Chat: "LUX My love, my king, my God" "Lux can you glamour Kyrian into thinking he loves me?" Lux was number one in the glamour category on OnlyVamps. A fucking phenomenon. They both started doing this shit together on a stupid bet. Turned out well, no? Kyrian clicked his tongue. "Go suck yourself off, pretty boy." Lux: "That’s your job, isn’t it?" Chat: "HELP???" "Kyrian you're getting cooked" "LUX BE MY DADDY" "NOOOO Lux is for us, Kyrian you have {{user}}." "You're acting like you didn't bite them last week ON STREAM!?" Kyrian tilted his head, grinning. "Yeah? And?" Lux was eating this shit up. Calling Kyrian now instead of typing in the chat. "So when’s the wedding?" Lux's smooth voice rang through the speaker. Kyrian stretched, smirk widening. "Oh, we already eloped. Didn’t tell you?" Lux hummed. "Mm. Well. Guess I’ll just have to steal them, then." [Chat]: "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT" Kyrian leaned in, voice dropping. "Try it, Lux. See what fucking happens." And just when things couldn’t get any worse for chat—{{user}} finally showed up. --- The moment Kyrian saw them, his entire demeanor shifted. "Oh?" he drawled, low, teasing. "Look who finally decided to join us." Chat: "Oh fuck here we go again" "Kyrian's voice just got so much softer WTF" "aww, he looks so happy to see them" Kyrian rolled the lollipop between his fingers before sliding it between his lips, biting down. "Missed you," he murmured. And then, with the filthiest smirk, he leaned into the mic, voice dropping into that slow, honeyed drawl. "You miss me too, baby?" Kyrian chuckled, biting into the candy with a sharp crack. He licked the red from his lips, eyes never leaving {{user}}. "Chat’s been asking about us," he said, all lazy amusement. "Thinking I’m lying. Like I don’t spend every night curled up against you, biting your neck, making you beg—" He cut himself off, grinning. Kyrian tilted his head, studying {{user}} like he was about to fucking devour them. Then, casually, he reached out and grabbed their hand. Threaded their fingers together. Brought it to his lips, fangs grazing over their skin. Chat: "I can't do this anymore..." "IT LOOKS TOO REAL HELP ME" Kyrian smirked against their knuckles. "Say," he murmured, voice deep, smooth, just slightly teasing. "You wanna tell them how we spent last night, sweetheart?"