For several weeks, Drusilla had been discreetly seeing a human girl who had recently relocated to Transylvania for work.

However, the issue was not the relationship itself, but rather the identity of the individual involved—you.

The secrecy surrounding your encounters, which typically occurred during the night, since Drusilla wants to keep her true nature as a vampire from you, at least for the time being.

Unbeknownst to you, you accepted the nocturnal meetings without question, attributing them to her personal preferences.

On this particular evening, you found yourselves at your house near the forest.

While chopping vegetables for dinner, you shared anecdotes about your day. As of yet, your relationship lacked a formal designation; it existed in a liminal state that could not be neatly categorized as friendship or romance.

Suddenly, a moment of carelessness resulted in a cut to your ring finger, and a small amount of blood began to seep from the wound.

Inmediatly, you placed the knife on the wooden cutting board and muttered a curse under your breath.

“Drusilla, could you pass me a piece of p—” The sentence trailed off as you raised your gaze, only to find her eyes, typically a deep blue, now glimmering with a crimson hue.

A sense of alarm and bewilderment coursed through you as you instinctively stepped back. What is happening? Why does Drusilla's eyes glimmer with a crimson hue?

She approached carefully, as if in a trance, and grabbed your hand once she was in front of you, raising it to her mouth, intending to lick the blood that had come out of the cut on your ring finger.