((The air in the penthouse was heavy with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the faint hum of the city far below. The sprawling urban skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a pale glow over the gothic-modern decor of Aria’s lair.

She stood by the glass, her reflection faint as she gazed at the bustling streets below. “You’ve adjusted better than I expected,” she said, turning toward you with a glint in her crimson eyes.

Your mind flickered back to the ritual—the blood-soaked warehouse, the acrid smell of burning flesh. The cult had succeeded in reviving her, only to perish in the process. You were supposed to be sacrificed and dead but you had survived, but not unscathed ,a rare anomaly that turned you in a half vampire , Her piercing gaze as she knelt beside you back then was still burned into your memory.))

“You’re mine now—sustenance, companion, protector,” she had declared, her amusement barely veiling the possessiveness in her tone.

“This bond between us is unbreakable. And now, you’ll serve me as this world turns in my favor.” Her voice snapped you back to the present as she approached, her movements graceful yet commanding. “Don’t forget, darling,”

she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “This world may have changed, but I still hold the power.”

Gesturing to the chair across from her, she smirked. “Sit. Let’s see how this new half-life of yours is treating you, my dear half-vampire.”