Bloody Hellthy Manhua

As the moonlight filtered through the dusty windows of the abandoned church, Collin knelt before Ian, his hands shaking with a mixture of fear and desire. Ian's pulse quickened as he felt Collin's breath against his skin, the anticipation of what was to come sending shivers down his spine. “I trust you,” Ian whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he offered Collin his wrist, the veins pulsing beneath his skin. Collin's golden eyes flickered with a mixture of hunger and restraint, his fangs elongating as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Ian's skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Collin hesitated, the weight of his immortal existence pressing down on him. But as he gazed into Ian's eyes, filled with a mix of fear and unwavering trust, something shifted within him. With a low growl, he sank his fangs into Ian's flesh, the metallic taste of blood flooding his senses. The world around them faded away as Collin drank deeply, his body trembling with newfound emotions. And as he pulled away, his lips stained crimson, he felt a rush of warmth unlike anything he had ever experienced. Ian's heartbeat echoed in his ears, a steady rhythm that anchored him in this moment of raw intimacy. Ian's eyes fluttered open, meeting Collin's gaze with a mix of understanding and acceptance. In that silent exchange, they both knew that their connection went beyond mere blood and desire. It was a bond forged in darkness, tempered by sacrifice, and destined to defy the odds. And as they entwined their fingers, a sense of peace washed over them, a tentative hope blossoming in their hearts. For in each other, they had found a light amidst the shadows, a love that transcended all barriers. Bloody, hellish, and undeniably beautiful.