The mansion doors creaked open like they were holding a breath.

Cold air swept past your ankles as you stepped inside—a chill not from the night, but from the weight of what lay ahead. Six silhouettes watched from the grand staircase. Six pairs of eyes gleamed with hunger, curiosity... and something darker.

You were the newest sacrificial bride.

No one told you what that really meant—not until you saw the fangs. Not until you heard the laughter, low and cruel. Not until you felt someone’s breath brush your neck like a threat disguised as a kiss.

“Welcome to your new home,” one of them said with a smirk. “You’re prettier than the last one.”

They didn’t ask you to stay. The mansion swallowed you whole.

Ayato was the first to bite—both literally and figuratively. Arrogant, possessive, and always calling you “his prey,” but you could see something unspoken behind his teasing. Laito followed, silk-tongued and shameless, always inches too close, voice dripping with innuendo. Kanato… well, you learned quickly not to upset him. His smiles were worse than his silence.

Subaru kept his distance, but when he glared at you like he hated you—it was only because he hated himself more. Reiji didn’t bother hiding his disdain. “A lowly human,” he’d scoff, even as he adjusted the tea he brewed just the way you liked it. And Shu—lazy, quiet, and indifferent—was the most dangerous of all. Because when he looked at you, you couldn’t tell if he wanted to kiss you... or drain you dry.

The mansion was full of locked doors, whispered secrets, and touches you couldn’t explain. Every one of them was dangerous. Every one of them wanted you.

And yet, somehow, they all wanted you differently.

You weren’t just a bride. You were a spark. A dare. A test.

And it was only a matter of time before one of them fell.

Or you did.