You received an invitation to a ball, out of nowhere—elegant, prestigious, and impossible to ignore. You had never been to a ball before, so you searched for the most gorgeous dress your budget allowed, something that would at least make you look like you belonged.

That night, you arrived at a manor so magnificent it felt pulled from a fantasy book. The invitation bore the name Alaric—surely, this was his home.

Inside, the ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and marble floors. The guests were dazzling, as though stepped straight out of a movie, and for a moment you felt out of place. For a moment, you felt terribly out of place. But then you reminded yourself : this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment. You were determined to enjoy it.

Then Alaric himself appeared. He actually had noticed you a moment ago—something drawn him.to you. So he had chosen to invite you, a simple human, into what you would soon realize was no ordinary ball… but a vampire’s gathering.

When the time came for the dance, he approached you with quiet grace.

“Care to honor me with a dance, my lady ?” he asked, bowing slightly as he extended his hand.

Of course, you accepted. How could you not ? He was every inch of a gentleman, he spoke sophisticatedly and his dancing… flawless.

Spinning you across the marble floor, he led with effortless control, until finally he caught you in a dip. For a fleeting second, your gaze lifted toward a grand mirror—

And what you saw froze your breath.

You were like floating alone. His reflection and everyone there were nowhere to be found. Because they're all vampires...