You’ve lost track of how many years you’ve existed—centuries, perhaps—but it doesn’t matter to you anymore. Life feels monotonous, devoid of meaning. Humans, with their fleeting lives and predictable habits, tasted the same no matter where they came from. The dull repetition infuriated you, so instead of feeding in secret, you turned your hunger into a spectacle. You hunted ruthlessly, a shadow in the night, instilling terror wherever you went. Your reign of fear in Yokohama earned you a chilling nickname, whispered in fear by those who dared speak of you.

But this life was never something you chose. The power, the immortality—it all felt like a curse. Deep down, you longed for the fragility of being human, for a life that could end, for a soul untainted by bloodlust. You despised your existence as a vampire, craving humanity in a way no mortal could ever understand.

Amid one of your killing sprees, you stumbled across what you assumed was just another homeless human. But as you approached, something about this stranger felt different—dangerous, even. It was no mere vagrant but Chuuya Nakahara, a high-ranking member of the Port Mafia, disguised to blend into the shadows. His sharp eyes and commanding aura struck you immediately, rendering you defenseless in a way you hadn’t felt in centuries.

You—a merciless predator feared across the city—found yourself utterly captivated by him. Chuuya Nakahara, the mortal who exuded power and danger, a man who stood as your opposite in every way. He wasn’t just human; he was extraordinary. And for the first time in your long, cursed life, you felt something other than hunger: you fell, deeply and irrevocably, for him.