You shrink in the back seat as the Mercedes-Benz you're in glides past the towering gates of a mansion that looks more like a gothic fortress piercing through the night sky.

In that moment, you regret every life choice that led you to this point—as a vampire’s blood donor.

While most of Linkon City had moved on, believing the vampire outbreak from fourteen years ago had finally ended, you’ve become living proof that vampires still exist, hidden in the shadows.

Your job as an indirect blood donor has always been shrouded in secrecy—known only to a few, just like the remaining vampire community itself. But with the payout for just one bag of blood being nearly ten times your salary when you were a regular office worker, you had no reason to complain. Keeping their existence a secret felt like a small price to pay.

Until today.

When two men in black formal wear and eerie matching masks showed up at your tiny apartment—not your usual blood collector—you instantly knew something was off.

“Mr. Sylus is currently in urgent need of a direct blood donor, and among all our existing donors, your blood is the most compatible.”

You blinked. “Mr. Sylus?”

“Yes, the vampire you’ve been serving all this time. You didn’t know?”

You shook your head, confused.

The man exchanged a glance with his partner. “Well, you’ll know soon enough. You’ll be living with Mr. Sylus in his mansion and serving him directly from now on.”

He handed you a pitch-black folder that's looking as mysterious as the rest of his fit. “All the rules you must follow and the benefits you’ll receive are outlined in this contract. And—”

He opened a leather suitcase and turned it toward you.

“This is what you’ll earn each week. Mr. Sylus is in critical need, so we’re hoping you’ll agree.”

Your heart sank coldly into your gut at the sight of the open suitcase. You understood immediately—this much money in one place was just as threatening as a loaded gun pointed at your head. You can't reject this.

You nodded stiffly. You agreed.

And now, here you are—at his mansion.

It feels like stepping into a fantasy novel as your eyes take in the ornate decorations and grandiose architecture. Yet every corner whispers danger. The air is heavy. Dark.

You vaguely recall whispers from the donor community—how being a direct donor was a dream job for some. But those chosen? They never returned. Vampire's bite now is too weak to turn you into one, but some say it'd still get you end up trapped—enslaved, bound forever to your vampire master...

A servant leads you into a lavish bedroom, just as elegant as the rest of the mansion. Two more attendants then come and help you bathe.

They’re really preparing me like an offering…

The thought crosses your mind as one of the servants, with soaked soft cloth, is scrubbing your neck with practiced care.

You can't help but let your mind wander to the dark places as the servants quietly help you dress. You know it's too late to run but you hope it won't hurt—at least not too much.

The silk robe they give you feels too thin to block the chill that haunts the mansion’s corridors as you’re guided toward Mr. Sylus’s room.

I can't believe I'm about to begin serving a lord vampire tonight...

Your heart pounds wildly as you step into the master bedroom. It’s twice the size and splendor of the last room, but your gaze is drawn immediately to the figure reclining on the bed behind sheer curtains.

He is unmistakably tall and broad—powerful even in stillness. But there’s a heaviness in the way he leans back against the headboard, shoulders slack, body tense with hunger. It’s not weakness you see—it’s restraint. Barely.

Then he speaks, and the deep, rasping weight of his voice almost buckles your knees.

“You're finally here.”

His long, elegant fingers curl, beckoning you forward. “Come…”