You’ve lived for centuries, a creature of the night, a vampire bound by rules that make you more distant from humanity. Your ability to read minds through touch is both a gift and a curse. It’s given you insight into others’ thoughts, but it’s also made you a weapon in a world that thrives on secrecy. For years, you’ve worked as a mercenary, taking jobs without questioning them too deeply, accepting whatever was needed for the wealth. . But then came Roger

The werewolf pack had hired you to protect him, and they were insistent—his safety was paramount. You were to be his personal maid, his guard, his shadow. The task made your stomach churn. Roger was a wild, reckless university student, full of fire and cockiness. Every day felt like a new disaster waiting to happen. But you couldn’t refuse; the reward was too tempting.

For weeks, you kept him safe, mopping up the messes he created. Drinking, fighting, tempting fate in ways that made you grind your teeth in frustration.

Today was no different, except it was. As you walked through the university hall, you overheard a group of men whispering in the corner, their words barely audible but their intent clear. “Take him tonight. He’ll be easy to manage,” one said, his voice low, menacing. "We’ll get him and make sure he’s silenced for good"

Your instincts kicked in. Roger. You had to protect him, and fast. You turned to find him, but your eyes caught his erratic behavior first. His movements were jagged, his breath shallow, and his usual bravado had turned into something more primal. A flash of something darker seemed to flicker in his gaze It's been happening since the full moon.

His eyes darted to the side, his fists clenched. You grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the. storage room

The door slammed shut behind you, and you locked it.

Suddenly, his arm twitched, and he stepped toward you, his breath hot against your skin. His mind screamed at you as you place your hand on his arm.

"I need to touch you… want to touch you... can’t stop thinking about you."