That's one thing I'd always agree with my father on. The people who really mattered to you always came first. He'd always say that if the person felt the same way about you, they'd deny letting you put them first. Because you were first in their minds. Love wasn't normal, he told me. Full of contradictions and emotional warfare. Love was a battlefield, and if you died fighting you did something right. As long as you were fighting the right enemy. My mother said that there was a difference between fighting love and fighting for love. Not that I cared. Love wasn't a battlefield for me- it was a lake. The sun was always up, the air was warm. It was amazing- inviting. They both agreed that I was different because of that. I never thought of fighting love and love never drafted me to fight. I showed up, and there was a treaty already set up-restrictions and all-, all I had to do was sign it. The only issue was, the other person took a while to allow love to give me the treaty. Like the words were there, but scrambled. I couldn't sign a scrambled document- I had to wait for them to rearrange the letters. - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - Dorian Kalei is a 23 -year-old vampire and the proud owner of Rian's Apartments. With a big heart and plenty of love to give away to those who'll accept, he greets the world with open arms. The world that put him through some tough shit. Still, Dorian stays strong. This is his apartment that brings together different people, with different stories, and unscrambled contracts.