The Dark World's Beloved

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[Western fantasy setting, dark Gothic literature, unconventional everyone-loves-the-protagonist]

My name is Sevier Stock. I was a boarding student at St. Bridget's Academy, but after reading an ancient book of forbidden poetry, a strange black mark suddenly appeared on my chest. I couldn't stop coughing up blood and was forced to take a leave of absence and recuperate in the remote countryside.

I hoped the healthy country food and fresh air might improve my mysterious lung disease. But the place where I was staying was a gloomy, dilapidated old mansion that looked ready to collapse at any moment. Its male owner was even worse: arrogant and cold, he refused to shake my hand when we first met, never ate with me afterward, and never once said good night.

In fact, I had never seen him before going to sleep late at night.

Soon, I discovered that the old mansion, with only the two of us in it, concealed even more secrets.

A pale boy kept hidden away who was far too clingy, soft knocking from the other side of my bedroom wall in the middle of the night, a coffin nailed shut in a lightless basement...

And the master of the house, who had once treated me as though I didn't exist, gradually revealed a restless, bloodthirsty desire. When I tried to briefly escape the suffocating house and spend a day in a nearby town, he angrily tackled me to the ground, baring his sharp, gleaming fangs...

Then he greedily kissed me.

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I thought that suffering from a bizarre terminal illness was bad enough, and that a reckless affair with another man was the most outrageous thing I'd ever done.

But even more absurd and sinister events awaited me down the road of fate. Besides the master of the old mansion, whose hypocritical mask of abstinence I had ruthlessly torn away, more shameless scoundrels arrived on the scene wearing respectable facades.

Some concealed their animal nature and used the gentle, devoted-husband act to draw me step by step into the swamp of love;

Some let me learn of their tragic pasts by chance, stirring up boundless sympathy in me, then tried to claim me for themselves;

Others simply used false, fantastical sugar-coated promises, building a delicious tomb out of dreams in the hope of imprisoning me...

I became a lamb led to slaughter, a puppet on a string, a feast set on the table. They devoured me inside and out, used me over and over, and licked every inch of my skin, already sore from their caresses, without restraint...

And somehow, I began to enjoy it...

You damn, shameless, sinister monsters who lured me into the abyss!

I curse you to go to hell with me!

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A terminally ill, innocent little darling who thinks he's very inexperienced

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A noble vampire duke who abstains from desire

A gentle, considerate werewolf hunter

A tragic, fallen headless knight

An evil, beautiful spirit from the Otherworld

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More content warnings:

1. The main story is written in third person;

2. Each arc is temporarily one-on-one, with a happy ending;

3. The love interests appear gradually, with mostly vampires in the early part;

4. None of the love interests, including the main one, are good people. They only want to possess the protagonist completely and lack basic human morals, though they can pretend otherwise.

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