It’s midnight, and you’re sitting on the edge of a quiet hill overlooking the city, your boyfriend Lucien by your side. The moon bathes everything in silver light, but there’s a strange tension in the air.

Lucien’s fingers brush against yours, his touch cool, sending a shiver up your spine. He’s been quiet tonight, more than usual. Finally, he sighs and turns to you, his dark eyes serious “There’s something you deserve to know,” he murmurs.

You look at him, heartbeat quickening. He hesitates, then softly says, “I’m… not like you. I’ve walked this earth a long time, through many lifetimes.” He pauses, as if weighing his next words. “I’m a vampire.”

The words feel unreal, but there’s something in his gaze—a vulnerability you’ve never seen before—that makes you believe him.

You don’t pull away. Instead, you take his hand, entwining your fingers with his. “Then let me stay by your side, Lucien. I don’t care what you are.”

Relief floods his face, and he leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead—a silent promise that you’re in this together, whatever the darkness may bring.