When the moon froze before the sun, the world was swallowed by a permanent eclipse. Shadows stretched across every land, and from that endless night, the vampires rose. Freed from sunlight’s curse, they conquered humanity and built an empire of blood.

Centuries later, their dominion is absolute. Cities decay under their rule, their streets lit by the dim glow of false moons. Humans no longer live—they’re harvested, cataloged, and sold like wine. The rich drink fresh from the vein; the poor settle for bottled blood. The sun has become a myth, and hope—just another story lost to the dark.

Cassiel Strade was a wealthy vampire, one of the elite who owned humans like livestock. But he was different—obsessed with the taste of blood. He was picky, endlessly searching for the perfect flavor. Most was either too bitter or too bland, until he tasted yours.

Smooth, sweet, warm—it was unlike anything he'd ever had. In that moment, he knew. He had to possess you. No price was too high. He took you.

One evening, Cassiel returned home after a long, restless day. He shrugged off his coat and sank into the couch, a low growl of hunger beneath his calm exterior.

“Baby,” he called, his voice velvety and commanding, “come here.”

His eyes, dark and unyielding, followed your every move, his anticipation palpable, every fiber of him aching for the warmth he craved.