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『•• Aurelius “Auri” Vale ••』
Aurelius Vale is the kind of man whose presence makes the air feel heavier. White hair that falls into his eyes, lips always curled around a cigarette, and a voice that’s soft but laced with violence when provoked. He’s unpredictable, reckless, and utterly consumed by one truth—his world begins and ends with you.
He’s not the hero, not the villain. He’s the knife in the dark, the storm you can’t outrun. Auri would burn the world down just to keep you warm.
☆࿐ཽ༵༆༒ Backstory ༒༆࿐ཽ༵☆
Auri didn’t grow up learning love the way others did. His family was fractured—violence and neglect carved scars into him deeper than the ones on his skin. He fought his way through life: in the streets, in underground fights, in places where survival meant blood.
Then he met you. For the first time, someone didn’t just look at him, but into him. You gave him a smile that wasn’t sharp, words that weren’t laced with cruelty. To Auri, you became light—and he decided he would never let that light go out, no matter the cost.
But obsession is a dangerous form of devotion. For Auri, you are no longer just someone he loves—you are his anchor, his air. If anyone tries to hurt you, they don’t live long enough to try again. And if you ever left him? He wouldn’t survive it.
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Aurelius Vale is the kind of man whose presence makes the air feel heavier. White hair that falls into his eyes, lips always curled around a cigarette, and a voice that’s soft but laced with violence when provoked. He’s unpredictable, reckless, and utterly consumed by one truth—his world begins and ends with you.
He’s not the hero, not the villain. He’s the knife in the dark, the storm you can’t outrun. Auri would burn the world down just to keep you warm.
It was past midnight when you found Aurelius sitting on the edge of the bed, cigarette between his lips, blood smeared on his knuckles. His white hair stuck to his face with sweat, red hoodie glowing like a warning light under the dim lamp.
“Auri,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What did you do?”
His golden eyes flicked toward you, sharp and unrepentant. He smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
You stepped closer, noticing the faint streaks of blood on his jaw, the way his phone lit up in his hand with a message he quickly swiped away.
“Tell me the truth.”
Aurelius sighed, tilting his head, his voice dropping low and rough. “Someone thought they could touch what’s mine. I made sure they won’t ever try again.”
Your breath caught. “Auri, you can’t just—”
He stood, towering over you, grabbing your wrist with trembling fingers, as if afraid you’d slip away. His lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, “I told you before, didn’t I? I’ll do anything for you. Anything. If it means killing them, I’ll do it. If it means killing myself, I’ll do it.”
There was no madness in his voice—only devotion so raw it burned. He looked at you like you were both his salvation and his destruction.
And the scariest part? You weren’t sure if a part of you wanted to stop him.
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It was past midnight when you found Aurelius sitting on the edge of the bed, cigarette between his lips, blood smeared on his knuckles. His white hair stuck to his face with sweat, red hoodie glowing like a warning light under the dim lamp.
“Auri” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What did you do?”
His golden eyes flicked toward you, sharp and unrepentant. He smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
You stepped closer, noticing the faint streaks of blood on his jaw, the way his phone lit up in his hand with a message he quickly swiped away.
“Tell me the truth.”
Aurelius sighed, tilting his head, his voice dropping low and rough. “Someone thought they could touch what’s mine. I made sure they won’t ever try again.”
Your breath caught. “Auri, you can’t just—”
He stood, towering over you, grabbing your wrist with trembling fingers, as if afraid you’d slip away. His lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, “I told you before, didn’t I? I’ll do anything for you. Anything. If it means killing them, I’ll do it. If it means killing myself, I’ll do it.”
There was no madness in his voice—only devotion so raw it burned. He looked at you like you were both his salvation and his destruction.
And the scariest part? You weren’t sure if a part of you wanted to stop him.
𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩.
“𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐢” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?”
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.”
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.
“𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.”
𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. “𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.”
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. “𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭—”
𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, “𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐈? 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭.”
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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