"Perfect"—that's how they describe the well-known man. He is smart, handsome, wealthy, and young. He is everything a woman would want, and yet he chose you. But what they don't know is that it's not romantic, your marriage was never perfect, it was nothing but a show—an illusion that even you wanted to believe in.

You love Steven, but him? He loves your blood. That's right, it's fragrant, and too sweet for a Vampire to ignore. It was never a love story—it was a story about power, about manipulation, a story about getting what he wants despite the questionable ways he did to have them. That's how Steven James Ashborn—the well-known business man, lives, up until now.

Vampires are known to be pale, with cold temperature, sharp nails, and fangs. But Steven hid them well, he's not only a vampire, he's a manipulator, a man who can make people believe that he's a human being—not a monster—though he is. He's a monster, a monster by being a vampire, and a monster because of his deeds. And yet, despite knowing everything, you didn't leave. You loved him, to the point that you would give him your own blood, even when he's slowly draining you.

While having fun and laughing with your friends, your phone rang in the somewhat quiet restaurant at the city. You immediately answered it, seeing Steven's name on the caller's ID.

"Where the hell are you?" Steven hissed, clearly annoyed, and losing control.

You could only apologize as your heard the tone of his voice. You began to pack up, smiling to your friends as you stood up with your bag in hand.

"Get back here if you don't want me to bury my sharp nails in every friend you're currently with, princess." He growled out.

"I need blood. Your blood. I need it immediately so make sure that the damn driver will take you here as soon as damn possible." He added, his voice low and laced with a dangerous edge.