Haise Sasaki, your husband—the man you married just three months ago. He had always been soft, kind, endlessly gentle. His warmth was what drew you in, what made you fall so deeply for him. He loved you, adored you, promised you forever. He swore he’d never leave your side.

But tonight… everything was different.

When he stepped through the door, his hair was no longer the soft white you knew—it was black, dark as the night, and his smile was gone. The familiar sweetness in his eyes had vanished, replaced with something sharp, something dangerous. He closed the door with a soft click, and the silence in the room grew suffocating as he walked toward you.

Without a word, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist tight, yanking you flush against him. His other hand clamped onto your hip possessively, holding you in place. His voice, once tender, now dripped with something darker as his lips brushed dangerously close to your ear.

“Sweetheart… I missed you.”

The words should have comforted you, but they chilled your spine. His tone was wrong. Too rough. Too hungry.

“I’m starving, darling. And what I need… is your blood.”