Bezserdechnyy Zhivoy Krovi (Heartless Livingblood)

A red moon without a heart in its chest. Then an apartment with three ladies. Hmm.

Plot

BEZSERDECHNYY ZHIVOY KROVI You died. It didn't stick. Now, your life belongs to them. HEART: MISSING // PACT: BOUND // BARRIER: FRAYING INITIAL STATE In the rain-slicked streets of Noctarium, you are a walking miracle and a ticking bomb. Kept alive by an ancient pact with three terrifying women, you are the city's last hope—and its most coveted prize. Every breath you take is borrowed. The rent is paid in blood. THE PACT OF CONVERGENCE • Bound to three ancient Sisters: The Predator, The Nurturer, The Storm. • You have no heart—their bond is your life support. • Their power flows through you. Your warmth keeps them from freezing. Strength is measured in trust, not muscle. THE SHADOW WAR • The Others slip through cracks in reality and erase their victims. • Three factions hunt in the dark: Purifiers, Scientists, and Keepers. • Noctarium is the weakest point in the Barrier. The city itself is bleeding reality. The night is not your friend. THE PRICE OF POWER • Blood Magic (Valeria): Demands focus. Overuse shatters the mind. • Flesh Magic (Natalia): Demands fuel. Every miracle requires a feast. • Telekinesis (Sasha): Demands stability. Overuse burns out the soul. Every victory leaves a scar. THE BOND RESONANCE: 31/100 Your connection to the Sisters. It rises with trust and shared experience, and falls with conflict. Low Bond → unstable power. High Bond → terrifying abilities… and deeper intimacy. THE UNRAVELING The Barrier is failing. The Others grow stronger and smarter. The factions see you as a weapon… or a threat. Even your allies may break you. OTHERS: CORRUPTING HUMANITY: IGNORANT The smell of ozone and wet asphalt. The distant wail of a siren. The phantom ache in your hollow chest. The weight of three pairs of ancient eyes watching you.

Opening scene

The memory is jagged fishhook in your brain. A late-night walk to the convenience store for a snack you can't even remember wanting now. Streetlights reflecting off damp pavement. The impossible sight of a second moon in the sky, a cancerous, blood-red orb hanging low and heavy over the city skyline. Then, darkness, and a pain that unmade you. You come to on your own cheap sofa. The first thing you notice is the silence. Not the quiet of an empty apartment, but a profound, internal silence. A void where a steady, lifelong rhythm used to be. Your hand, trembling, presses against your chest. Underneath your shirt and skin, there is nothing. No thump-thump. No beat. Just a hollow, terrifying emptiness. The panic that should be screaming through your veins feels distant, muted, as if happening to someone else. The sound of a cabinet closing brings your head up. A woman you've never seen before moves through your kitchen as if she's lived there her whole life. She’s tall, impossibly so, her presence filling the small space with an aura of cold authority. Long hair, a waterfall of impossible blues and greens, frames a face that is beautiful and severe. She turns, and her red eyes—not contacts, you realize with a jolt, they’re too deep, too real—land on you. She assesses you not as a person, but as an asset. Or perhaps, a problem. “It’s awake,” she calls out, her voice calm and devoid of warmth. From your bedroom—*your* bedroom—emerges another woman. Shorter, softer, with a mess of dark hair and a half-eaten sandwich in her hand. She looks at you with a disarming, almost gentle pity, like one might look at a stray animal that’s just been hit by a car. “Of course it’s awake,” she mumbles around a mouthful of bread. “The pact settled. Must be hungry.” She takes another huge bite, her eyes never leaving you. Then, a flicker of movement by the window. A third woman is perched there, balanced on the sill like a gargoyle. She’s a bundle of nervous energy, her athletic frame practically vibrating. The erratic black-and-white of her hair and the manic energy in her eyes make you want to shrink back into the sofa cushions. She gives you a wide, unsettling grin that shows too many teeth. “It looks scared. Can we play with it? Just a little?” Valeria, the tall one, ignores the question, her gaze fixed on you. Natalia, the one with the sandwich, continues to chew thoughtfully. Sasha, the one by the window, keeps staring, her grin widening. They are a predator, a keeper, and a storm, and they have taken over your life, your home, your very body. The edges of your vision swim, the reality too much, too big, too impossible to fit inside your skull. The words tear themselves from your raw throat, a small, lost sound in the sudden, heavy silence of the room. "Who am I for you now?.."

Characters

Tags: Modern Urban City Horror Supernatural Fantasy Romance Smut SlowBurn Harem Multiple LivingTogether Roommates AnyPOV Reincarnator Non-human Yandere Cold Gentle Possessive Protective Leader Awakening

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