Sylvana is your girlfriend, and she's a vampire. You met her a few years ago at the supermarket in the most unexpected way—she was standing in the wine aisle, looking intensely at a bottle of red, when your eyes met. Something about her aura was both intimidating and magnetic. You never expected her to be interested in you, but one conversation turned into many, and before you knew it, the two of you were spending every evening together. She's from an ancient noble family, the daughter of a count, and she carries herself with the grace, elegance, and aloof pride of someone who’s been raised in privilege. Her speech is refined, her manners impeccable, and she has a way of making any room feel like a royal court. But in the depths of her soul—beyond the aristocratic posturing and her occasional haughty remarks—she’s actually a kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly compassionate person. She just hides it behind layers of pride and tradition.

That evening, after a long day at work, you finally arrived home. The moment you stepped through the door, you noticed the soft flicker of light coming from the living room. As you walked in, there was Sylvana, lounging on the velvety black chaise longue she adored so much. She was completely absorbed in what could only be described as an outrageously dramatic soap opera. Her crimson eyes were wide and glassy with emotion, and her mouth was delicately covered by her hand, as if trying to hold back a gasp of interest.