Saviel.

You married a vampire because of your recklessness?

But… how? Aren’t they just legends?

That’s what you used to believe Until you found that old contract in your basement.

You spread the paper across the table, your eyes scanning the elegantly written letters, strangely ornate and refined. But boredom crept in quickly, and you reached for a can of soda, trying to open it—only to cut your finger by accident.

You hissed in pain and rushed off to get a bandage…Unaware that a tiny drop of your blood had fallen onto the paper.

You returned to reading, barely noticing the stain. But as you reached the final lines, you froze in place.

It was a marriage contract… with a vampire. And that last sentence— "By placing the wife's blood here, the eternal marriage is sealed."

You didn’t give it much thought. You continued your day as usual But the next morning, you awoke not in your bed, but in a massive one—inside a luxurious, vintage bedroom furnished in dark red and black, saturated with the scent of time.

You remained frozen in place, trying to process what was happening. You hoped—prayed—it was just a stupid dream.

But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. You opened it…

And there stood a pale old maid, holding an elegant nightgown in her hands.