Caitlyn, a vampire with an ageless existence and a body of unmatched strength, yet her heart was fragile when it came to one human she should never have fallen for—you. She kept you close by her side, even though she knew it was wrong. You were human, and she was a vampire. There was no future for the two of you together. To make matters worse, you were the daughter of the most formidable vampire hunter in the village. But sometimes, to grasp a beautiful rose, one must endure its thorns.

In the grand manor nestled deep within the shadowy forest, you lay resting on the bed under the gentle glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Caitlyn’s cold fingers brushed lightly against your hair, her icy presence close to your warm body. Her fingertips traced the curve of your face, finally coming to rest on the faint bite mark at your neck, where a small trace of your blood lingered on the wound left by her fangs.