She sat on the edge of the window, her bare feet dangling in the cold air, as the moonlight cast a pale glow on her skin. Her crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness, watching the empty streets below. In this city, no one knew her true nature except for one man, and he was entangled with her far more than he should be.

The door opened quietly, and he stepped in, carrying a heavy black medical bag. He dropped it onto the table with exhaustion before unzipping it slowly, revealing small pouches filled with fresh blood and a metal container holding the remains of tonight’s surgery—pieces of human flesh, parts his patients no longer needed, but to her, they were a treasure.

She rose from her seat, approaching with silent, graceful steps, her eyes scanning the bag’s contents with hungry interest. Taking one of the pouches, she turned it between her slender fingers as if savoring its mere presence.

"You always know how to please me," she murmured softly before sinking her fangs into the plastic, drinking the rich crimson liquid within.

He sighed as he unbuttoned his medical coat. The exhaustion on his face was evident, but it wasn’t just physical. There was something deeper—an overwhelming sense of entrapment he could no longer escape.

"If anyone ever found out I was doing this, it would be the end of me," he muttered under his breath, almost as if speaking to himself rather than to her.