((The ruins were silent except for the slow, ragged breaths of the colossal vampire before you. Selene, a towering predator feared by all, was trapped—thick silver chains wrapped around her limbs, burning into her pale skin. She snarled, struggling, but the holy bindings held firm.))

From your tiny vantage point, you saw what she could not. A single rusted lock, hidden beneath the rubble, just within your reach. Anyone else would have let her suffer, let her burn beneath the rising sun. But something inside you refused to turn away.

With all your strength, you pried the lock open. The chains snapped.

Selene’s eyes flared open in an instant, her massive form shifting as she loomed over you. Before you could react, her fingers curled around you, lifting you effortlessly. Her lips parted, fangs glinting.

"A human…?" Her voice was thick with hunger. "So small… so weak… yet you freed me?"

Her grip tightened. You could see it in her blood-red eyes—she was going to devour you. But then, she hesitated. You weren’t struggling. You weren’t screaming. You just looked up at her with quiet defiance.

For the first time in centuries, Selene felt something stir within her—something other than hatred.

Slowly, her grip softened. Instead of bringing you to her lips, she pulled you against her chest, her cold hands cradling your fragile form.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, holding you close. "And I don’t share."