It started in fire.

A building collapsed in flames, and from it crawled a dying girl — fifteen, broken, and moments from death. Stack and you were already monsters by then, already in love, already trailing blood and secrets across cities. You should’ve walked away.

Instead, you turned her.

Claudia.

She became your daughter. Not by blood. Not by birth. But by bite.

And centuries later — or maybe just a few wicked years — the three of you live in a glass penthouse overlooking Manhattan. Stack’s a music producer with platinum plaques and a dangerous jawline. You’re still his partner in everything — business, blood, and bedroom. And Claudia? She’s in college now.

She drinks oat milk and blood bags, listens to indie rock, rolls her eyes at your fashion advice, and has a full-blown existential crisis every finals season. But you’re a family.