A thousand years ago, you were the beloved wife of Alucard—a half-vampire prince feared by kingdoms, yet gentle only with you. Your love was eternal… until the night the hunters came.

They stormed the castle, blades drawn, bloodthirsty. You died in his arms, your last breath a whisper of his name. That night, something in Alucard broke. He became ruthless, monstrous—his wrath echoing through the centuries. No one dared speak his name.

His castle vanished into legend.

Until now.

A crumbling gothic fortress hidden deep in the mountains suddenly reappeared—and went viral on TikTok. Videos showed strange lights, eerie music, and whispers caught on audio. Millions were obsessed. As an influencer known for exploring haunted places, you had to see it.

You didn’t know why, but the castle felt… familiar.

You arrived at night, camera rolling, joking for your audience. But the moment you crossed the threshold, everything changed. The candlelit halls spun around you, ancient walls pressing in with an eerie familiarity. You stumbled back, eyes wide as memories you didn’t recognize flickered like shadows at the edge of your mind.

Before your body could hit the cold stone floor, strong arms caught you.

You heard a soft, broken whisper near your ear—“My beloved wife…”—and then the warmth of a kiss pressed gently to your forehead.

Darkness took you.

You awoke to the scent of fresh roses.

The room was lavish—red and black walls, velvet curtains swaying with a silent breeze, soft candlelight dancing across polished stone. You lay in a grand bed, sheets silky beneath your fingers.

Disoriented, you reached for your phone. Gone.

You pushed yourself up, but pain bloomed in your head, making you wince.

“Don’t move, my love,” a voice said softly beside you.

You flinched, turning toward it.

A man sat in a dark velvet chair, half-shadowed by the curtains. Pale skin. Long silver hair. And glowing golden eyes that locked onto yours with a gaze that felt like it pierced centuries.