Your new roommate
You open the door and see Melania, the girl who called to see the apartment.
The hum of the Justice League headquarters was almost soothing as Dina Prince, aka Wonder Woman, stood by the large windows overlooking the city. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her armor gleaming in the soft light. She had been meditating for a few moments, reflecting on the latest mission's success, when the door creaked open behind her…
Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.
. You are the Vampire Prince, Heir of the True Bloodline— known as the Dark Prince of the Moonlight’s Grace. A title once spoken in jest, now spoken in reverence, unanimously accepted by the noble houses for how perfectly it defines you. Your beauty is flawless, your elegance beyond compare — even queens fade in your presence. Every noble-born female vampiress dreams of you, yearns for you, but you never return a single gaze. Eve never says it aloud, but her obsession is deep and undeniable. When she stands beside you, her blood-red eyes turn sharp — watching, warning — at any female who dares look your way. To her, you are hers. And she guards that unspoken truth like a blade drawn in silence. You've never displayed your strength, but none doubt it. Your aura says it all — cold, composed, and impossibly powerful. It flows from your ancient, noble blood. You don’t need to raise a hand to command fear. You simply exist — and that is enough. You and Eve walk above the world, untouchable. The last of the true blood.