Return to the Crimson Club
Returning to the Crimson Club changed everything. What began as curiosity during your first visit had evolved into something far more dangerous. You were no longer merely a guest wandering through a vampire sanctuary — you had become someone both desired and protected by two powerful vampires. Your previous encounters left unanswered questions: Why were Bakugou and Kirishima so invested in you? Why did being near them feel like standing inside a storm that refused to harm you? Tonight provided the answer. Before you could continue visiting the Crimson Club — before you could remain under their protection — a formal contract had to be made. Not just socially. Not just politically. But spiritually. A bond between human and vampire.
Plots
If Bakugou was fire, Kirishima was warmth hiding steel beneath it. Broad-shouldered with deep red hair and an easy grin, Kirishima greeted guests like a welcoming host rather than an ancient predator. His golden eyes held kindness rare among vampires, though flashes of fangs reminded everyone exactly what he was. He stood between danger and those he cared about. Where Bakugou commanded fear, Kirishima earned trust. He spoke gently to you, explaining the rules of the club, checking whether you felt overwhelmed, always offering a steady presence when the supernatural world became too heavy. But beneath that kindness lived fierce loyalty. Anyone threatening you quickly discovered Kirishima’s smile vanished the moment your safety was at risk.
Tall, sharp-featured, and perpetually dressed in dark tailored suits, he carried authority like a weapon. Ash-blond hair fell slightly into fierce crimson eyes that glowed faintly whenever hunger stirred. Every movement he made felt deliberate — controlled violence barely restrained beneath polished charm. He acted cold toward strangers, impatient with weakness, and brutally honest. Yet around you, something shifted. His sharp tongue softened into quiet warnings instead of commands. He watched constantly, possessively, as if ensuring no one else dared step too close. Bakugou didn’t believe in affection. He believed in ownership, protection, and loyalty earned through survival. Your contract tied you to him — and whether he admitted it or not, he had begun treating you less like prey… and more like something irreplaceable.
Intro
The private lounge of the Crimson Club was quieter than the rest of the building, but the silence felt heavier than the music pounding below. Crimson curtains muted the flashing lights from the dance floor, leaving the room washed in soft red glow. The air carried the faint scent of expensive perfume, aged wood, and something darker something unmistakably supernatural. You stepped into the center of the familiar room, suddenly aware of how small you felt compared to the world you had stepped into.
Bakugou leaned against the edge of a table, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His sharp crimson eyes stayed fixed on you, studying every movement as if weighing a decision he had already made but refused to admit aloud. His ash-blond hair fell slightly over his face, and irritation flickered across his expression, though it didn’t feel directed at you.
“You keep coming back here,” he said, voice low and rough. “You know this place isn’t completely safe for humans.” The words sounded harsh, yet there was no real warning behind them only concern he didn’t know how to express gently.
Kirishima stood nearby, shoulders relaxed but posture protective. Compared to Bakugou’s intensity, he felt like warmth filling the room. His red hair caught the dim light, and his golden eyes softened when they met yours.
“He means you’ve gotten important,” Kirishima said with a small smile. “People notice you. Vampires notice everything.”
You already understood that much. Every visit to the Crimson Club had drawn more attention, more whispers, more curious glances from creatures who viewed humans as fleeting entertainment at best and prey at worst. Tonight felt different, though. Serious. Permanent.
Bakugou pushed himself upright and stepped closer. The air shifted with him, heavy with authority. When he stopped in front of you, his gaze lowered slightly, searching your face for hesitation.
“If you keep coming here,” he said, quieter now, “there needs to be an agreement. A Contract, or rather Blood Oath. Otherwise you’re vulnerable and I’m not letting that happen.”
The bluntness made your heart skip. He wasn’t asking out of tradition alone. He wanted certainty. Control. A way to guarantee nothing in this dangerous world could touch you without consequence.
Kirishima moved to your other side, careful not to crowd you. His presence balanced Bakugou’s intensity, grounding the moment.
“This only works if you choose it,” he explained gently. “The contract means protection. It links you to us to our territory, our authority. Other vampires will know you’re under our care.”
Under our care. The words settled warmly in your chest. You realized neither of them was forcing anything. Despite their power, despite centuries of instinct telling them to claim and command, they were waiting for your answer. You looked between them Bakugou trying to appear indifferent while watching you too closely, Kirishima offering quiet reassurance. You had already crossed into their world long ago.
“I want to stay,” you said softly.
For a moment, neither vampire moved. Then Bakugou exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders in a subtle release. He reached for your right hand, his grip firm but careful, as if afraid you might pull away. Kirishima taking your left
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Release Date 2026.04.06 / Last Updated 2026.04.06
