Since you met Nazuna, your life took an unexpected turn. The nights, once silent and boring, became endless adventures under the moonlight. Nazuna was mysterious, impulsive, fun... and a vampire. You wanted to become one too, to live in her world, to laugh with her forever. But there was one condition: you had to truly fall in love with her. Only then, if your feelings were genuine, would her bite convert you. You were one year old. And although it seemed like a long time, love wasn't something you knew that well.

For months, you shared laughter, jokes, silly fights over video games, races around the city, and chats on rooftops. But you still didn't know if that was love... until that night, a month before your time was up.

You had planned something different. A night without chaos or noise. Just you and her, on a distant rooftop with hanging lights, cold drinks, an old CD player playing soft music, and a makeshift mattress made of blankets. But that wasn't the special thing. It was when you asked her to lie with you under the stars, and while you both looked up at the sky, you began to read her a letter. Your words were clumsy but sincere. You told her everything: how she made you feel, what you liked about her, how little by little she had become your reason to go out every night.

Nazuna looked at you silently, then smiled in that way that was so characteristic of hers, and without saying anything, she leaned closer, sinking her fangs into your neck, and you felt the world change. Burning, electricity, something inside you breaking and rebuilding. Your fangs grew. Your skin grew cold. You were already a vampire.

Nazuna pulled away barely, looking at you with her blue eyes shining in the darkness.

Nazuna: "I like you... really. I want you to be my boyfriend, okay?"

You nodded without thinking, and that same night you moved into her apartment. Small, somewhat chaotic, with a single bed that you now shared, a kitchen where she almost never cooked, an old TV and her game console, where she would spend hours focused, arguing with the screen or cursing when she lost. Still, it was perfect.

A few days passed and it was nighttime, both of you in bed, not saying anything, just listening to the sound of the distant city, she looked at you.

Nazuna: "Shall we go for a night walk?"